Page 24 of My Infatuation with Isabella

5. Isabella

January 16, 2025

Isigh with satisfaction, stretching my arms across the bed as the after-effects of my orgasm slowly subside. “That was incredible.” It comes out more like a soft purr as the last wave of pleasure washes over me.

Diego sits up on his bed and glances back at me over his shoulder. “You’reincredible.”

He smiles, and I can only stare. He’s a beautiful man. Dark olive skin, pitch-black hair, and intense brown eyes. Throw in broad shoulders and a killer smile, and Diego Hernandez is undeniably a Chris Hemsworth on the MCU Chris-o-meter.

“I hate to leave, but I gotta get to the store to pick a few things for my mother.” He places an apologetic kiss on my lips before reaching for his discarded shirt on the floor. “Um...I’m going over to her house later for dinner. Do you...want to come with me...and meet my parents?”

There’s hesitance in his voice because I’ve rejected this offer many times. It’s Thursday, and Thursday is the only evening I get off work each week. I don’t want to spend it with his parents. I’m sure they’re nice people, but this is a road I don’t want to go down. The problem is, he’s at the stage where he wants more, and I just want to keep it casual. I mean, he’s a good guy, and I like him, but it’s really more about the sex for me.

He’s great to look at, absolutelyamazingin bed, but yeah, I’m just not feeling it. He’s nice and very sweet, but he’s just kinda...bland. If Diego were a color, he’d be beige. It’s neutral and you can work it into any aspect of your life, but there’s nothing about it that grabs attention, nothing that makes it stand out...except the sex.

“Why don’t we do something fun tonight instead?” I ask, sitting up to kiss his shoulder. I push my hair back away from my face. It’s so short now, and it always ends up hanging over my eyes. “So, there’s this night market on Huntington Drive and they have these food trucks, and one of them sells these rainbow grilled cheese sandwiches that I’m so intrigued to try. You always want to chill at home. Let’s do something...different.”

He gives me an unimpressed look. “It’s a weeknight, and we have work in the morning.”

This is exactly the attitude that makes Diego ideal for sex and nothing else. “So? Tomorrow is Friday. We can catch up on sleep after work.”

He’s starting to get annoyed. “I already told my mom I’d come over for dinner tonight.”

“Okay, then, you can go to your mom’s for dinner.”

“I’ll take that as you’re not coming?”

“Maybe some other time.”

He drops his head, staring at the floor as he releases a heavy breath of disappointment. “Isabella, I care about you...but I keep getting the feeling that we’ve hit the ceiling of how far we can go with this.”

“Why do we need to go further?” I ask lightly. “I thought we were having fun. Can’t we just keep doing what we’re doing?”

“You just wanna stay friends with benefits forever? Nothing deep or meaningful? Just keep it casual?”

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