Walking to work the next morning Delfina wondered if she was losing her mind. Ruggero walked her to the door the night before, pressing the sweetest, most chaste kiss to her lips before telling her to get inside before he dragged her back to the car, was on replay.
She’d been giddy with excitement and crawled into her bed with the notion a nice man, an actual decent, kind human being, was interested and showing her affection. Then she’d fallen asleep only to dream of wildly wicked s*x with Furio. Waking up, she’d been confused, angry and soaked to the skin. When she’d tried to ease her frustration in the shower, once again she unable to climax.
She was booked for therapy later this morning. She prayed to whoever listened to her prayers she got to the bottom of her insanity.
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