The next evening, Antonio stood in front of the restaurant that Charlotte had indicated, wearing some nice jeans and a button-up shirt. He hoped that he wasn't too dressed up. It would be embarrassing if she showed up in sweats with her hair in a messy bun. If he was honest with himself, he wasn't sure if it would be classified as a date or not, so he decided to dress as if it were something in between.

He was desperate to see Charlotte. His heart hammered in his chest at the thought of even getting to hold her hand across the table. How could just one simple phone call after months of silence make him lust after her as if they had never broken up? He honestly didn't know whether to feel embarrassed over how desperate he seemed or not. Was it even acceptable for him to feel like this?

"Toni, is that you?" Charlotte asked from behind him. She looked breathtaking when he turned around, and he nearly had to physically stop his jaw from dropping. Her slender frame was clad in a form-fitting black dress that would appear too short if her parents had been present. Her blonde curls were in what looked like a complicated updo, and her makeup on point.

"Char," he breathed, taking in her radiant beauty. He took a moment to take a deep breath and collect himself. "You look breathtaking. Beautiful, as always." His heart felt as if it were attempting to burst from his chest as he gestured into the restaurant, holding open the door for her. "Shall we?"

She let out a small giggle, nodding to him. Her arm reached out and linked with his as she stepped through the threshold of the restaurant. "Let's go."

.

Dinner went off without a hitch, and to Antonio it truly felt like old times. He loved listening to her talk about her college experiences, the new friends she made, classroom shenanigans, and even the tests she's taken. It brought back so many old memories. Up to his ears in nostalgia, he almost didn't hear his phone go off.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he realized that it was a text from Lovino, which surprised him. Lovino never really texted him. Worried, Antonio opened the text to see that it was just the Italian bitching about how there were too many people at the award ceremony and things of that nature. The Spaniard sighed and texted his roommate back, explaining that he was on a date with his high school girlfriend.

Almost instantly, he received a text from Lovino. It simply read: Are you fucking kidding me, Antonio? Deciding not to delve any further into that conversation, Antonio quickly silenced his phone and shoved it into his pocket, focusing solely on Charlotte once more.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow up to him.

"Why wouldn't it be?" he asked, fixing his gaze upon her. "It was just my roommate. He's bitching about some award ceremony he's being forced to attend because of his little brother." He chuckled to himself. "Lovino will live. I haven't seen you in months, so I want to focus on you."

Charlotte blushed. "You're so sweet, Toni. I've always loved that about you." Her gaze flittered down toward her empty plate. "Listen, I've missed you a lot," she sighed. "I've been wanting to see you again after we started college, but our schedules matched up." She lifted her gaze back to him and reached across the small table, placing her hand over his. "Who knows when we'll see each other again, Toni? What do you say we go back to your dorm room and spend a little more time together? I still have two hours before I need to meet back up with my friend."

Antonio's heart pounded in his chest. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" he asked, struggling to get the words out. "You want to go back to my dorm room and…" He let his voice trail off, leaving the sentence open.

Her face flushed once more as she nodded. "Yes," she finally said. "I've missed you, Antonio. In more ways than one." She nervously tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "If you're okay with it, I want to go back to your dorm room and, well, you know… Besides, you just told me that your roommate isn't there. Why not?"

He quickly lifted his hand in signal to the waiter. "Check, please!"

.

Antonio stumbled into his dorm room, practically carrying Charlotte in tow. She was too busy showering his face and neck with kisses to walk herself. Yet the surprising thing about that fact was that he was still able to move just fine, whereas his high school self would've been too weak to her to help her into the room. What was so different?

"Close your eyes," she told him, voice light and airy. He obeyed as he heard the sound of a zipper and then the sound of clothing hitting the floor. "Open them."

When he opened his eyes, the arousal finally hit him. There she was, clad in only a lace bra and matching panties, her curly hair now cascading over her shoulders. He instantly pulled her into his arms, trailing kisses from her lips and down her neck to her collar bone. Oh, how he missed the feel of her body against his.

It didn't take long before the lingerie was discarded as well. He laid her down onto his bed, himself fully clothed still. He kissed her lips and then trailed them down her neck, over her breasts, down her stomach, past her hips, to her inner thighs. His tongue then began to stimulate her and do its job as her pleasured moans resounded like music to his ears.

She arched her back, running her fingers through his hair. "Toni," she moaned. As much as she loved what he was doing to her, she wanted to repay the favor. With a bit of effort, she sat up and lifted his face to look at her. "Baby, why are you still clothed?" Charlotte pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. "Let me help you with them."

The next moment, he was on his back, pinned beneath her as she worked on undoing the button and zipper on his pants. He let out a gasp, sucking in his breath, as the cooler air of his dorm room hit his member, bringing it to a full erection. Moans escaped him as her lips teased at his length.

He closed his eyes, taking in all of the pleasure. His heart pounded in his chest as she took his whole length into her mouth. His mind then kept imagining more and more sexual fantasies as she sucked.

Somewhere along the way, his fantasies changed drastically. In his mind, it was no longer Charlotte who was sucking him off. Instead, it was Lovino. Though he didn't understand it, something made that much more appealing, causing him to buck his hips a little.

"Sounds like you're ready," she breathlessly stated, pulling his pants and underwear off and discarding them to the floor. Charlotte then positioned herself over him before lowering herself onto his cock. A soft moan escaped her lips. "Oh, Antonio…"

Once used to his length, she began to ride him, but for some reason he wasn't as into it as he was. He closed his eyes, picturing Lovino atop him instead of hers, feeling as if that were the only thing that could keep him erect. And for the most part, it worked.

When they had finished, Charlotte seemed to be satisfied, whereas Antonio was far from it. What was wrong with him? Was Charlotte not enough anymore?