Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

D’Angelo

The kiss didn’t last as long as I would have liked. We were still in public after all, and Oliver’s brother would soon come looking for us. So, after a few minutes, we were forced to pull away and quickly tug our clothes back into place. We still probably looked a bit flushed, and anyone with half a brain could probably tell what we’d been doing, but we returned to Oliver’s brother just in time for the tour to end.

After visiting the last boat, as well as the lighthouse that stood at the end of the harbor, I offered to take both brothers to lunch. Rowan was allowed to choose, and appropriate for a fifteen-year-old boy, he chose a nearby restaurant called Dick’s Last Resort . I was ready to agree, but Oliver quickly steered us away and insisted on going to an Italian place instead.

“Rowan doesn’t know this, but that place is notorious,” Oliver whispered to me during the short walk to the restaurant. “It’s kinda got the vibe of a standup comedy club. Guests are often insulted, and for Rowan and I... that kind of atmosphere is just asking for trouble.”

I agreed, and without further discussion we went to the Italian restaurant instead. It was very Americanized, and not comparable to real Italian food, but good enough to ensure that the rest of the date ended well.

When we finally parted and I met back up with Eva and Gavriil, who had been loitering around nearby the whole time, I was satisfied with how my relationship was progressing with Oliver.