"I can't even look her in the eye," Andrea says, resting his head on Debbie's lap, "Knowing what I know. I feel like keeping Nico's secret makes me part of his filth."
Debbie strokes his hair, not knowing what to say. She understands how he feels, because she's keeping a secret herself. Nico told Andrea his thing with Marilyn was a one night stand, but she knows better, and now she struggles with the decision, to tell Andrea what she knows or not.
"I'm sorry, I'm obsessing about this when I should be paying attention to you," Andrea says, lifting himself up to embrace her.
"I understand," Debbie says, "He put a lot on you. But if he really does what he says, and never cheats again, then maybe it's best for their relationship if Jacklyn doesn't know." That's what she tells herself when she leans toward not telling Andrea how long his brother's affair has been going on.
"But not knowing doesn't change the truth," Andrea says, "If it were you, wouldn't you want to know?"
"What I would want is for my man to be faithful," Debbie answers.
"You don't have to worry about that with me, not ever."
"Let's go back to my place," Debbie says, "I'll make lunch."
Debbie has an important shoot coming up for the next Victoria's Secret catalogue, so she's been eating light. "I was talking to my personal trainer, he works independently, training mostly celebrity types in their homes. He says he's looking into expanding that into a larger business, having a team of trainers to work for him. I could introduce you to him, if you think you might be interested in that," she says while she chops vegetables for the salad.
"Sure," Andrea says.
"I don't mean to be pushing you into anything," Debbie says with a nervous blush, "It's just..."
"You're beautiful when you get shy like that," Andrea says, taking her hands, "But never feel like you can't tell me what's on your mind."
"We've been getting very close, Andrea, "Before we get closer, I need to know what your plans are, that you aren't going to just disappear back to Italy or wherever in another week or month."
"I admit, I've been a little spoiled being the youngest of five. I've never had to think about working or my future. My parents and brothers still think of me as a teen, and I've sort of lived like one. But being with you is all the motivation I need to change that, and you're all the reason I need to make this city my home."
As they kiss, his right hand makes it way under her dress, slides beneath her bathing suit to fondle her breast, his thumb gently teasing her nipple.
"My bedroom is through that door," she whispers, "Unless you want to make love right here in the kitchen."
She's waited long enough for this, but he makes her wait even longer, taking his time, touching her, tickling her, kissing her.
When he finally enters her, she's so past ready for him that she comes before he even gets started.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asks, laying beside her.
"Hold me down so I don't float away," she sighs. After a moment of silent caressing, she speaks again "You were speaking Italian while we made love. What were you saying?"
"I was just saying how beautiful you are," he answers, climbing back on top of, "How soft your skin is, and how amazing it feels to be inside you."
"Oh," she sighs, and they start all over again.