Focus
DELILAH
Even at this early hour, the crowd at Sorrentino’s is relatively thick, and though throngs of people dance and dally at his back, all I see is Javi. Panic makes the room shrink. Slow music fills the air, but all I hear is his voice, just as clearly as if he were whispering the very words into my ears.
I order a glass of wine, but Javi simply watches. With a plate full of pasta, he touches nothing on the table but me, and if it weren’t for his fingertips skimming my skin, I’d think I wasn’t even there. Nobody seems to notice me but him. He pulls me close, his hand covering mine.
“Listen, I don’t want to think about what you’ve heard about me. Honestly, I don’t want to know. It may be right… All I want to know is if you’ll give me a minute. Just one full minute. And if it d
