Page 77 of Kiss Away Your Pain (Wounded Hearts 2)

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Candi

I haven’t had a chance to talk to Destiny since we got back from Greece. There’s so much I have to catch her up on. Back in my hotel room after the race, I shower and call her.

“Hi. I’ve been waiting to hear from you. How did the rest of the shoot go?” She always makes me feel like what’s going on in my life is important.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been swamped. I had to finish up the campaign and get it back to them. And then I’ve had some smaller shoots the past couple days.”

“Were you finally able to enjoy yourself? Please tell me you were.”

“I did. I shook off being mad at him and got in my zone. It wasawesome. I felt so good and so excited. The campaign turned out so awesome and they loved it!” I shriek out the last few words in excitement.

“Yes! That’s amazing. Oh I’m so glad, Can. And, how about you and Enzo?” she asks, her voice calmer, hesitancy coating her words.

“We’re good. He apologized…when I finally gave him the chance to say something.” I chuckle, only feeling slightly bad that I pretty much shut him down the first night. “He realized he shouldn’t have done it even though he meant well. You’re right, men just don’t think.”

“They don’t,” she confirms.

“Then after he apologized, I basically jumped him.” I bust out a laugh, recalling how I straddled him.

“What? What happened?” Her tone escalates with excitement and curiosity.

“Honestly, I don’t know what came over me. Every time we’re together, I feel closer to him. Our energy is so strong, like this pull that just keeps magnifying. Our attraction, Des? I just couldn’t take it anymore. It’s like my body took over and I couldn’t stop myself. And then I told him we should go to Greece to find his mom.”

“You did?” Surprise jumps in her voice.

“Oh, I did. He said okay, and we went. Oddly enough, our schedules worked out that we could, so we went. She works at this cute café and she was there when we went. He saw her and they talked and it went really well. I mean, she lives in Greece so it’s not like he’s going to be able to see her all the time, but at least they opened the door to each other’s lives again. It was so nice.”

“Wow. That’s great. Had to be a tough conversation.”

“I’m sure it was. But he has answers now instead of the wondering eating away at him. And I’m happy I could be there with him. We went to dinner after visiting with her and he told me a little about their talk. Sounded like a huge weight lifted off him. Andafterdinner —” I raise my voice with a hint of tease.

“Yeah?” She raises hers, taking the bait. “Tell me.” She begs, boiling over.

“Des, I haveneverhad sexual experiences like this. The way he looks at me and touches me and just savors everything. Hetoldme he was going to worship me. Used that exact word. And let me tell you, that man worshiped every inch of me. Oh and that’s not all. I think he did that coital alignment thing. Des, it was fucking mind-blowing. I’m talking out-of-body experience.”

“Ahhhh!” She squeals and we both erupt into bubbled-over laughter.

We calm ourselves, sucking in breaths.

“Seriously though, I haven’t ever felt, you know, connected to a man during sex. I mean, it always felt fine with Dom, but it wasn’t ever like this. Not even close. It was like he reached in and touched the heart of my soul.” I inhale a warm breath that fills me, shaking my head. “It’s so much more than that. It’s everything about him. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but…” I pause at the weight of it. “it, kind of feels like, little pieces of my soul are coming back. Is that crazy?”

“No. It’s not crazy. It’s not crazy at all. It means you’re alive and you’re letting yourself feel again. And that’s good. It’ssogood.” Her hopefulness soothes me.

“I think I am. Speaking of, I got a tattoo.”

“You did? Of what?”

“It’s a heart lock. And the arm-part is open. I got it to remind myself to open my heart. I…I want to open my heart to him. I think I might be ready.”

I hear her tiny gasp through the phone. “Can, I’m so happy for you.” She says softly. “You know, letting Enzo in doesn’t erase your love for Dom.” Her loving words wrap around me like a hug.

“I know.” Her words are what I’ve been warring with. I kept thinking that if I let myself feel something for Enzo, it meant I didn’t love Dom anymore.

“Hey, you want to get together for dinner this week? The four of us?”

“Yeah, that’d be fun. He came to a race with me today and I know he has a gig tomorrow, but I think he’s in town.”

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