I wake the next morning to memories of what happened last night with Matteo flashing through my mind. Stretching, I smile and sink further into the soft covers.
The other side of the bed is empty.
I push the pang of disappointment from my mind. Just because he said all the words I wanted to hear doesn't mean that we've somehow become embroiled in a relationship.
I told myself that I would enjoy whatever this is between us and that's exactly what I plan to do. I refuse to overthink or overanalyze the situation. If all we do is have fantastic s*x-and make no mistake, the s*x has been mind-blowing-I'll enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts.
There's no reason why I shouldn't.
I'm a grown, single woman. I have nothing to be ashamed of for indulging in a relationship solely based on s
