Weeks passed…they passed very quickly in my point of view. But as I sat up on my bed, I couldn't help me smile. Francesco is still here and Sasha is starting to find her prince charming. Oh, this is perfect!

I got out of bed and did the usual. Got dressed, brushed my teeth and then brushed my straight black hair. When I felt ready, I walked out of my room and looked at my watch. It was 10:20 in the morning. Hmm…I think Francesco is still in his room. I walk to his motel room and when I reach his door, I knock on the wooden door.

"Come in!" A muffled voice said from inside. I smiled and opened the door, walking inside.

"Hey, Francesco. I was thinking- whoa…" I paused as I pushed the door closed. I couldn't help but stare at what was in front of me.

Francesco had his dark jeans hanging a bit loose around his waist and his white button up shirt was…not button up, giving me a chance to look at his well build up body. His chest all the way down to his stomach. I gulped and felt my cheeks turning hot.

"Excuse me." Francesco apologized, buttoning up his shirt. "I didn't think it was you." He then walked to his closet, taking out a black belt and started to put it on.

"No, no…it's ok. Don't worry about it…" I mumbled, still a bit stunned.

When he finished putting on his belt, he turned to me and walked up to me, making me back up against the door. "So, were you going to ask me something?"

"I- uh…yeah…I was going to ask you if you would like to go and get breakfast together."

Francesco laughed and leaned one arm on the wall, next to my head. "This is becoming a morning routine." He said, his other hand beginning to play around with my hair. I watched him before giggling, I lifted my hand and grabbed his hand that was playing with my hair.

"So, will you?" I asked, still holding his hand. I watched him as he raised an eyebrow before nodding and straightening himself.

"Si, let's go." He replied, brushing one hand through his hair. I smiled and opened the door and as we walked I noticed that we were still holding hands.

86

"Did you have any boyfriends in your life?" Francesco asked me, eating a piece of bacon.

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my orange juice. "Yeah, I had broken up with my last boyfriend weeks ago. Well, he was who dumped me."

Francesco raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"Umm…you know, he wanted what ever guy wants from a girl."

I was surprised that Francesco didn't get a look of shock on his face. Instead he said, "He only wanted that from you? Hmm…idiota."

I bit my lip as I studied his face for a moment. "Did you call him an idiot?"

He looked up at me with a smile on his lips. "Ah! You're starting to understand Italian."

I laughed and pushed his arm that was on the table, playfully. "Shush, Francesco." I looked down, covering my face. I heard Francesco laughing before he grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm down.

"Don't block out the beautiful view, please."

I looked at him, smiling big. He too was smiling back at me only with a hint of blush on his cheeks. I sighed, "Francesco, I've never had a guy be this nice to me before."

Francesco leaned back against his chair, looking to his side. "You're different from all the girls I've met."

"Why you say that?" I asked, eating my breakfast.

"You're smart, kind, you actually listen to me and…you're very…very beautiful, Tara." Francesco said, leaning forward that he was close to my face.

I put down my fork and looked at him. I swallowed my food and then cleared my throat. "Really? You really mean that?"

"Si."

I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head a bit. "From you heart?" He stared at me for a while before he nodded.

I looked at him, blushing. I was about to ask him another question until he closed the gap between our lips. I widen my eyes and jumped a bit. A while into the kiss, I started to loose up and placed my hands on his smooth cheeks. He placed his fingers under my chin, pulling me a bit closer. I felt my heart beating faster as the kiss deepened and lasted longer.

Starting to feel the kiss would turn into a passionate one, Francesco pulled back and sat back on his chair, biting his lip. I stared at him, a bit dazed. Slowly, I leaned back against my chair, still having the feeling of the kiss on my lips.

"Perdonami…" Francesco said, breaking the awkward silence. I watched him as he pressed his finger to his lips. "I…couldn't help myself."

I bit my lips and looked down at my hands that were playing with the end of my shirt. "I…never been kissed like that." I looked up to see him looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I then placed my hand on his own. He turned his hand over and gripped mine. I'm not going to lie but…that kiss made me feel something that I've never before felt.

86

"Daniel, have you seen Sasha?" I asked my brother who was sitting on the hood of his car with his girlfriend.

He looked at me and smiled. "Our little sister is hanging out with Roberto."

My eyes widen. "Again? So she is in love with him!"

"Yeah," Daniel chuckled. "Sasha told me that she likes him. Don't know why she told me first though. I thought you were suppose to know first."

I shrugged my shoulder, not really caring that Sasha told Daniel about her liking Roberto. "I'm just so happy that she found her guy!" I squealed.

Daniel smirked pulling his girlfriend closer to him by her hips. "But she didn't tell me nothing about Roberto liking her back."

"Pfft! I bet Roberto likes her. Weeks ago I saw them almost about to kiss when they got back from their dinner at Wheel Well."

Daniel raised his eyebrows, surprised. "And you never told me?" He frowned.

"Oops! Sorry, forgot to tell you. Anyways, I got to go."

"Why?" Daniel asked, wanting to know what I was up to.

I stayed quiet but then I rolled my eyes and said, "Well, do you want me to bother you?"

He frowned and sighed. "Never mind."

"Exactly." I said and walked away. I should try and find Sasha so I can talk to her.

86

I sat on the hood of my dad's green Buick Regal, listening to my Ipod. I had looked around for Sasha but I haven't found her nor did she answer my calls. I crossed my arms, starting to get worried. What happened to my little sister? Oh, I would freak if she got hurt or-

"Hey." A voice startled me, making me jump off the car's hood. Right in front of me was Sasha with a weird look on her face.

"Sasha!" I breathed, pulling her in for a hug. "You had me worried! Where have you been?"

"I was hanging out with Roberto." She replied, hugging me back. "Sorry that I missed your call and I didn't mean to make you worry about me."

"Oh, that's alright, sis." I pulled back and placed my hands on her shoulders. "I'm just glad you were not in some trouble."

Sasha smiled up at me. We've always been close. If anything happened to her I would die. I brushed my hand through her brown hair, smiling. "So, what did you and Roberto do these past week?"

She looked down, smiling shyly. "Well, he taught me some Italian."

"Really? He did? Hey, wait a minute…didn't you always want to learn Italian."

"Yeah." She held her hands behind her back. "And now he's teaching me."

"That's sweet of him!"

"It is. Tara, I have something to tell you…about him."

"What is it?" I asked, curious to know.

"I…I'm starting to develop feeling for Roberto. He's just so sweet and…attractive!" Sasha told me, smiling big. "I really do like him, Tara."

"I know that feeling. And trust me, little sis," I placed one hand on her shoulder. "Once you get kissed by the guy you really like, like Roberto, you'll get a feeling that you never felt before."

Sasha giggled and looked to her right and she gasped. I turned and saw Roberto walking past Flo's café. He looked at Sasha and waved at her. Sasha waved back and he then kept on walking.

"But…do you think he'll like me back?" She asked me, turning back to me. "Because…who would like a girl with one blinded eye?"

"Sasha, don't say that. I'm sure that he likes you back but he's just too shy to tell you…like you are to tell him." I said, placing my hands on my hips. Then I remembered what Francesco told me weeks ago…Roberto does like my sister.