Chapter 7: Sabina's P.O.V.
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"I can't believe you have 12 siblings," I said for the thousandth time.
"I can't believe you've totally bombed every job you've had." Alessio teased back.
I laughed as I turned to playfully punch his arm.
Dinner actually went really well. Even with my attitude, Alessio was perfect at keeping the conversation flowing. He really liked my cooking, and ate a ton. Like literally. I have nothing left for Nick or Nina. I've never seen someone eat so much.
When we finished eating, I found myself wanting to make excuses for Alessio to stay longer. So, I asked him if he wanted to have a drink with me. When he agreed, I told him to go wait on the balcony for me while I grabbed a bottle of tequila.
This is where we've been since. We'd almost finished the bottle while we just talked about anything and everything. It's been really nice.
"Don't tease me." I said, laughing. "I just haven't found what I'm good at yet."
"Well, what are you going to school for?" He asked.
"I originally started going for counseling. The only way that my dad would pay for my schooling was if I would be a therapist." I told him.
"What did you want to do with counseling?" Alessio asked.
I stared up at the stars.
"I wanted to help counsel kids. Like a school counselor, or something in foster care. But my dad said those wouldn't make enough money." I said.
"Why don't you be a child's therapist then? You could help in foster care situations. It'll be rough, those kids see a lot, but it sounds like it would be rewarding for you," Alessio suggested.
I turned my head to frown at him. Alessio turned his head to smile at me. When did he get so close?
"What would you know about foster care?" I asked.
Alessio chuckled.
"The school that my sister runs has a lot of foster kids. It's a kind of program that my mom started when she was in charge. That place is home to a lot of orphans." He told me.
"That's.. so sweet." I said.
"Yeah," Alessio said. "One of my sister's mat- I mean her wife, is a counselor at the school. She's kind of head strong though. She more of helps kids with angry problems. I bet you would fit in great there. The kids would love you. I bet you could do a lot of good," he said.
I blushed as I stared at him.
"You don't even know me," I mumbled.
"I know enough to know that you're a good person," he said.
"Sounds like you just want me to go home with you," I replied.
Alessio chucked. Is he leaning in?
"Oh, I definitely would love to take you home." He said. "My family would love you. You'd love my mom. Even though I have a big family, they always get excited when it gets bigger," he said with a laugh.
"You make it sound like you're taking me home as your girlfriend." I teased.
Man, I must be getting tipsy to say something like that.
Alessio smirked at me. His unique eyes bore into me. I felt his fingers gently start to move between mine, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from his.
"When I take you home, you'll be more than just my girlfriend by then," he stated.
The seriousness in Alessio's voice made me feel uneasy. I don't understand him. He seems to genuinely want me, but.. I just don't understand why. He barely knows me at all. It's not like he has a problem getting women to fawn all over him. It just doesn't make sense.
"Why someone like me?" I asked.
Sh,it, I meant for that to stay in my head.
"Why not someone like you? Is there something wrong with you?" Alessio asked me.
I just kept staring into those interesting eyes. Alessio gripped my hand tighter. I must be too tispy to pull away.
"I think you know exactly what I mean." I said. "Your curiosity."
"Curiosity?" Alessio asked, confused. "Is that like the experiment you were going on about earlier?"
I felt my face heat up more than it already was. I couldn't bring myself to respond. Which made Alessio sigh.
"I'm only going to say this because I know other girls like you, and because of what that stupid girl said earlier." He stated. "Sabina, do you think that I want to experiment with you because you're a thick girl? Is that what you think this is? That I'm curious what it's like to be with someone as thick as you?" He asked.
"Most people don't use the work thick," I mumbled.
"Most people are stupid," Alessio grumbled.
I snorted at his irritation.
"If that's really what you think.. Well, I hate to break it to you. I wasn't lying about you being my type. I've always had a thing for girls with more meat on their bones. You wouldn't even be the biggest girl I've been with. I like 'em thick, curvy, and sassy." He said.
I blushed. Is he serious right now? Wait, is he getting closer?
"You thick girls are so much better," Alessio said dreamily. "So juicy in all the right places, and you're usually nicer too. Don't even get me started on how good the head can be. I bet you give great head huh Sabina?"
With every word Alessio got closer and closer. There was a deep blush on his cheeks. I can't tell if he's just drunk, or excited, but.. It's making me hot all over. Especially with that look he's giving me.
"I'll admit that I'm curious what it's like to be with you, Sabina," Alessio said. "But not because of your weight. Because I think you're se.xy as hell, and you're nice. Of course there are.. other reasons. But believe me when I tell you this.. I don't care how long it takes, I'll be burying my face between these perfect thighs one day. And I can't wait to hear you screaming my name."
I've never felt so hot and turned on in my life. I just met this guy. I assumed all kinds of things abut him, but.. Listening to him say all of this.. Do I believe it?
Alessio looks like the type that's never had to work at getting a girl. Yet, he's trying really hard with me. I wonder how hard he would try.
If I pushed him away, and kept ignoring him, would he still be like this? For how long? Should I just give in now? And what does he mean 'other reasons'? Does me being a nice person really matter that much to someone just looking for a good time?
"Sabina," Alessio whispered.
"Yes?" I whispered back.
"Don't think too hard about it, okay?" he said.
"Think too hard about what?" I asked.
Alessio smiled, and reached up to swipe some stray hairs from my face.
"You think I have some kind of ulterior motive. That I want to use you for some kind of se.xal fantasy." He said.
I blushed. How did he know that?
"You're easy to read, cutie." He teased. "But I told you, it's not like that. I'll admit to anyone, anytime, any day that I do have fantasies about you that I would love fulfilled, but.. I like you more than that."
I blinked at him.
"You don't even know me," I said softly.
"You won't let me," Alessio replied, just as softly.
I shook my head.
"This is crazy." I said unbelievably. "Just... Why me? You say you like me, you keep saying really sweet stuff, but.. I just don't get it. What about me stood out to you so much?" I asked.
Alessio smiled at me. He moved closer, and brought our entwined hands to his mouth. I blushed when he kissed the back of my hand.
"Call it love at first sight," he said.
I snorted.
"Love at first sight? So now you're in love with me?" I asked, laughing.
"I guess it would be too soon to say that, huh?" Alessio asked completely unbothered.
My laughter slowly died down, and I just stared at him.
"You're just.. way too hot for me. Way out of my league. It's just.. kind of silly." I admitted.
Alessio frowned at me.
"Who said I was out of your league? If anything, I think we're in the same league. Both of us are pretty damn se.xy. Even if you don't want to believe it," he replied.
I just stared at him with my mouth agape.
"Look Sabina, I don't know who told you that your weight doesn't make you se.xy, buuuuttt... They lied babe. You are fine as fu.ck. Your curves are amazing.." He said as he looked down my body. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on. I mean that too. I don't care what you say, you're like a Goddess." He rambled.
I started to laugh at him, which made Alessio perk up.
"Your eyes are the same color as the ocean. I could look into them for hours. That smile and your laugh.. Damn. I haven't stopped staring at your lips since you first started talking to me. You clearly care about your friends. You're strong enough to let other people's words roll off your shoulders. That's something I greatly admire. You're a great cook, and I love how sassy you are with me." He went on and on.
"Okay, okay, stop." I said. "You've known me for a few hours, so just.. chill will ya?" I teased.
"Alright, sorry. I'm used to laying it on pretty thick. I can't help it." He told me.
"Yeah, well, while I appreciate all the compliments.. I think that you should slow your roll." I said.
"Why?" Alessio asked, pouting.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Why does he have to slow down a bit? If I'm going to sleep with him, I should do it right now. Right away. So that if he is just using me, I can be done with this before I actually start catching feelings.
So, why can't I just do that then? What's holding me back?
If I'm going to be honest with myself.. I like this attention. I've been with people out of my league. I've been with guys older than me. I've been with people who just wanted one night, and people who wanted to be fu.ck buddies. But Alessio is different. The way that he's acting now is different from what I'm used to.
I want to hold onto it for just a little longer.
"Because I told you we should be friends first," I finally said.
Alessio smiled at me again.
"How about we date instead?" He offered.
"D-date?" I squeaked out.
"Yeah, date." Alessio said as he moved closer to my face. "We can get to know each other while I try to impress you. We can take all the s.ex stuff as slow as you want. Though, I can't promise I won't make moves on you. I'd be crazy not to try," he said.
"Y-you want.. to date me?" I asked.
I've never been on a date before. I'm very good at reading people. Usually, guys just flirt in a se.xual way with me. Or I meet them at parties, or some other way. No one has ever asked me out on a serious date before though.
"Yeah, I want to date you." Alessio laughed. "Why do you sound so surprised?"
I felt the bush creep up my neck as I averted my eyes.
"Wait a second.." He said. "Have you never been on a date before?"
I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes.
"No way.. I get to be your first?!" He asked excitedly.
I turned my head back to Alessio slowly. I peeked at him through my lashes. He has a huge grin spread across his handsome face. The excitement was clear in his voice, and clear on his face.
"Don't make fun of me," I said.
"I promise you I'm not. I can't believe I get to be your first. What the hell is wrong with the guys out here? I would have snatched you up the moment I saw you. Can we go on our first date tomorrow? Let me take you out for breakfast." He rushed out.
"Uh.. well, I-I can't tomorrow. I have class, and I have a thing after. A friend is teaching me how to surf." I told him.
"Really? What about after that?" Alessio asked.
"I-I have to study. Exams are this week," I said.
Alessio's face fell. He opened his mouth, but then shut it again. Maybe he isn't sure what to say. I should take pity on him.
"W-what if you helped me study?" I asked.
Alessio perked right back up.
"You actually have to help though! No touching, or flirting to distract me. If you can do that.. Then we can go to the beach clean up party together on Friday. A-as a real date," I said.
That's a real date, right?
"Yeah, that sounds great. I'll help you study every day. School is not my thing, but I'm sure I can help." He agreed.
I smiled. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but I sure do feel fuzzy on the inside.
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