Everyone else was cheering for Milan. Juventus and Milan were probably the two best Italian teams. Juventus won the Italian championship last year and... was favored to win again, but so far, Milan had the better record. This was the source of their argument, and the precipitating cause of what would become the bet.“It doesn’t make any difference if Milan has the better record now,” my husband said. “Juventus is the better team. They have Ronaldo and he’s the best player in the world.”Matteo. No one ever comes in this late, or early, however you want to look at it. I only took this job at these hours so I can study in quiet away from my roommates.” “That’s okay. My name is Jason. The towel adds a nice touch. At least you can pull it off. Not many people can.” Smiling as she blushes, “You’re sweet. Can you do me a favor though and not mention this to anyone. I’m not really allowed to be doing this during my hours.” “I won’t tell a soul as long as you wear this towel while you go. And not pleased? he wondered, feeling oddly unsettled by that. Realizing how uncomfortable she must be, he closed his fingers around her wrist, and pulled her away from the crowd. Sada followed willingly, no doubt too stunned to protest. Alastair tugged her along until they were a decent distance from the crowd, then let her go and turned to face him.“Your friends asked me to come,” Alastair explained quickly. “They said I was your inspiration.”Sada’s cheeks heated. “I uh…I guess so. I mean…I. “Do you want another one?”I put down my cue, held out my arms and she stepped into them. I wrapped my arms around her and we exchanged a soft kiss. Her lips parted slightly, so I pressed my tongue forward in search of hers. Our tongues touched and she squeezed her arms tightly around me. We held the kiss for about thirty seconds before I released her.“Your turn,” I said.She sank one of her stripes, then missed.“So if I wanted to, you would?” she asked.“Violet,” I said gently, setting my cue on.