9 Calorie Bombs
Preston demonstrated his old-fashioned gentleman credentials after dinner on Saturday night. Once we got back to the retreat center, he escorted me to the residential annex where I was staying and paused at the entryway. After kissing me so thoroughly that I thought my knees were going to buckle underneath me, he stepped back, stroked my cheek, then bid me goodnight.
We didn’t see each other again until Monday morning. During the rest of the week we only saw each other in class as he continued to be swamped with his grant proposal, spending most of his free time in Bologna at the university. But by the time Friday rolled around, he told me he was now able to spend all of his spare time with me.
“I have a surprise for you tomorrow morning,” Preston says as he dices cele
