The Red Room - Love is not Enough

Diego hid something magic. Just being next to him in the car – during the journey from the coffee bar to the country house, the destination of our afternoon together – just feeling his gaze over me, or the way he undressed me with his eyes, all that was giving me an unexpected and pleasant sensation. A sense of mystery filled the air, the magnetism of his black and deep eyes, his tanned skin, and his dark hair that seemed it would invite my fingers to run through it. He had perfectly tidy hands, I observed them leaned on the wheel while he drummed his fingers to the rhythm of a catchy tune on the radio.