Chapter Eighteen
Gemma
My hands were practically shaking, not from nervousness, but rather from the vibration of anticipation spinning through my veins. Diego’s comment, whenever you’re ready, echoed in my thoughts. I hadn’t been attuned to how intensely ready I was before this evening.
For the first time, ever, my mind wasn’t getting in the way. When it came to dating and men and anything touchy, my mind was an absolute master at throwing up roadblocks, anything for me to trip and stumble. Nothing disastrous. And yet, always enough to take me away from sensation and to keep me thinking about out of place matters that had nothing to do with the moment.
Dwelling in the moment, particularly when the moment involved intimacy, had started to feel like something I would never experience. As
