Luca - 50718
No Pretending. No Rules. Just Truth.
Some nights at La Luna Azzurra taste like red wine and revelations. A gaze held too long. A question left hanging in candlelight. I’ve served couples whose silence carried more than words could ever confess. I’ve seen truths whispered across tablecloths like sins searching for absolution. But nothing haunts me quite like the ones who step into the unknown—together.
One of the stories featured on Fairly Enjoyable Tales captured this feeling so intimately, it stayed with me long after the last bite of panna cotta was cleared. Let me share a taste:
“What scared me,” Max continued, his voice quieter now, “was how much I felt. Kneeling for you. Tasting you. Watching you try to hide how much you needed it. That wasn’t a performance, Linda. That was the first time I’ve ever had to hold back.”
Her breath caught.
Max reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His thumb lingered against her temple. “You think you’re the only one who’s confused right now? You think I understand what just happened? Really, I don’t. I’ve been with women, yes. But this—this is different.”
She swallowed hard. Her heart thudded against her ribs like it was trying to escape.
“I don’t want to spook you,” he added. “I know you don’t do messy. But honesty?” He brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “That I can give you.”
“Then be honest,” she said, her voice steel under silk. “What is this?”
Max smiled—but there was no smugness in it.
Just wonder.
“I don’t know yet,” he admitted. “But I know it’s not casual. Not with you. And the only way we’re going to get answers? Is if we stop trying to label it now.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing hers in the faintest kiss—not hunger, not even seduction.
A promise.
“We open all the doors, Linda. We walk through every one. We see what’s behind them. No pretending. No rules. Just truth. Yours. Mine.”
That, miei cari, is the kind of honesty we rarely dare to taste. Raw. Unscripted. Unfiltered like a vintage wine kept too long in the dark—only to explode with flavor when finally uncorked.
If you’ve ever loved someone who challenged the way you define yourself...
If you’ve ever stood in front of someone, trembling—not from fear, but from the intensity of what you might discover together...
Then After Sunset was written for you.
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