Page 116 of Wicked

I hardly know Dante, and deep down, I worry I’m feeling too much for him.

My heart speeds up, and I start to freak out. That’s when my mind tells me to use the energy and experience and put it into words in the book. Convert the energy into words,now!

I leap up, pace, and I shake my odd energy into my fingertips.

My mind is now processing the anxiety, and it surrounds me like a cloud of chaos. Quickly, I sit, and I start writing fast.

I do not stop for an hour, and I flow. My mad mind churns out words, and for some reason they come thick and fast.

All of a sudden, I’m a few pages from writing the end of the novel, and I leap back and out of the chair excited. There is a sound at the door, then, “Should I come back later?”

I turn to find Dante with his notepad and jacket in hand.

I laugh madly, run to him, and leap high. Dante catches my butt, and he drops his jacket and notepad to the ground.

We hug, and I plant a huge kiss on his face.

As Dante holds me, he looks confused.

“I kind of finished the book!” I rant. “It was just a few pages, but it came out of thin air. It felt perfect. It’s there, almost finished!”

“Congratulations! That’s fantastic!”

I feel electric, and I drop down and spin as Dante watches. Tito jumps up and he barks happily as I dance with him.

I cannot believe the ending concept came from nowhere, or perhaps, it just came from the universe.

That evening,Dante and I cook dinner together over the cool medieval fireplace. It’s locally caught seafood, and Tito has his chopped-up meat.

As Dante and I sit on the castle turret next to the bedroom chamber, we watch the sunset. Tito lays nearby, and we are all mesmerized with the sun on the horizon.

As birds fly overhead in groups, I feel excited but also disturbed. That’s because deep down I know.

I knowI’m in love.

It terrifies me, and I tell myself I have to get better with this and mature. It’s really my first time, and the sensation is gripping me tight. I cannot stop thinking about Dante, and I know it’s not just about sex.

Or him making me come… telling me when to come… or him not allowing me to come.

It’s about my heart belonging to him, and me not being able to control myself.

As if I’m… I’m addicted. I gulp, stand, and walk to the high turret edge. I then stand where Italian warriors or soldiers must have shot arrows at attacking Vikings, French, Spaniards, or others.

My heart races, and I am nervous, excited, and confused. I hear a sound behind me, and I feel Dante close.

We lean over the turret, and we look down on the large new Italian styled flags flying in the wind. The large billowing flags have been placed along the driveway and entrance for the theme park, and they are satin and shimmering.

They are stunning in the colors of Italy, and they flap in the light wind.

We have done well and so has the entire team. Everything seemed to come together faster than most of us imagined, and it’s almost as if it was meant to be.

Every one of Dante’s relatives, bar his parents, who do not know what we’re doing, has over-delivered. And now…

Now, we are close to opening.

The timing is weird, andlike us, it’s exciting. It’s nerve-wracking at the same time, like much of my life.

I shake my head to quiet the monkey in my brain, and we enjoy the sun’s show as it finally sets and drops below the horizon.

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