Somewhere in the middle of her frozen state, Valentina's body began to respond.
Her hand curled into Luciano's shirt, as her lips opened wide to grant him better access.
The kiss heated up, but then Valentina's memory was jolted by something important.
She began to struggle to put a stop to it.
Luciano felt her resistance, and immediately stopped.
Their lips separated, but their faces stayed glued, both breathing a little loud and fast.
"We– we can't. We shoul-dn't," she stuttered.
"Yeah, yeah. Of course we shouldn't," he paused, failing to remember why. "Why?" He finally asked.
"Well for starters, you're married."
"That's true." He nodded in agreement.
"And also, I'm going on a date."
He pulled away slightly, his face tightening up. "A date? With who?"
"Damian," she replied.
"You're going on a date with Damian?" He scoffed. "Do you like him?"
"What kind of question is that? He's alright."
Luciano's mouth hung open, too shocked to close it.
