The realization almost knocked me out. I bit my lip, not wanting to acknowledge my new reality, but that was the way it was. Why else would I dream of him, think of him, and even go to his room when it was already dark? I was attracted to him.
This knowledge scared me. Of all men, why did it have to be Lorenzo?
I opened my eyes just in time to see the finale. Lorenzo stroked himself one last time, then gave out a loud roar. Then all went quiet.
I gave myself an extra few minutes, just to make sure my body had returned to normal. Then, thinking that Lorenzo had finished showering and left the bathroom, I took the courage to creep out of my hiding spot. Seeing that the shower stall was empty, I smiled in relief.
Lorenzo was gone.
That was until I turned my head and ran smack-dab into his hard-steel chest. Lifting my face up, I locked eyes with him.
