Chapter 28

The sound of my alarm woke me up the next morning, and I was a bit disoriented, struggling to string more than one thought together. I got up, sitting on the bed, letting out a yawn. I couldn't remember how I had gotten to my apartment; the last image I could conjure up was getting into Emiliana's car the previous night. A silly grin spread across my face as I fell back onto the bed, covering my face with a pillow.

I had been on several dates throughout my life, with men and women (especially the latter), but none came close to what had happened last night. Emiliana definitely knew how to please.

Everything went perfectly—the food, the conversation, the wine, the location. In short, no one had ever shown me how much they were interested in me like she had. Of course, my ego wanted to see her again and find out what else could happen between us, even though I was beginning to form an idea.

However, there was one problem at the moment: the possibility of