Malena Lott - Dating da Vinci

Da Vinci waved goodbye to his frat brothers as he lifted me into his arms and carried me into the house.

“Neat, huh?” William said. “Was that, like, the coolest thing in the world or what?”

“Put me down,” I said, but da Vinci only held me tighter.

“Boys, back to bed,” da Vinci said to them, and amazingly, they obeyed.

As they walked down the hall to their room, they high-fived, which was even stranger. “Da Vinci?” I asked as he threw me on the bed he had begun to refer to as “our bed” and began unbuttoning my poodle PJs. “What's going on here?”

He took off his shirt, revealing Adonis abs, and knelt over me as he trailed my abdomen with his tongue. “What does it look like? I'm going to ravage my American bride-to-be.”

“Oh, my God.” I grabbed for my pajama top, but he had already pulled off my pajama bottoms and began kissing my hips. “Da Vinci, we're not getting married. Can you stop that? It's very distracting.”

“I know,” he said, looking up at me. “That's the whole point.”

“Yes, but about the marriage? You know we aren't ready for that.”

“We've got time. We're young.”

“Well, you're young, but that's not the point. Why are you doing this?”

Da Vinci lay his strong body over mine. “Because you're my Mona Lisa. I've been a terrible boyfriend. Spending so much time away for my studies and my fraternity brothers. And I realized something the other day when another woman kissed me.”

“What?” I rolled him off of me.

“It was TLC night of pledge week.”

My heart began to combust. “What do they do, bring in whores?”

Da Vinci was nonchalant. No big deal, kissing. “Just college girls. I don't want there to be secrets between us, so I must confess. Three girls kissed me and I kissed them back.”

“Da Vinci! Was it some kind of orgy?”

“Orgy?”

“Group sex! How could you?”

“Just kissing, tesoro.”

“Don't call me darling. I'm very angry with you. Mad. Upset. Hurt.”

He held my hand. “I admit the pleasure of the body can take over, but I realized they were nothing compared to you. So I wanted to do something to show you how much you mean to me. You're the real thing, Mona Lisa.”

We sat side by side in silence until we lay back, his head on my chest. Pleasure versus the real thing. Could it be possible to have both? I knew without a doubt that da Vinci was not the real thing. He was my romance-novel cover model, my sexual fantasy, my key to liberation from loneliness, but he wasn't even close to the real thing. “Leonardo, I don't think we want the same things.”

“But I thought this would make you happy.”

“I don't think you really love me. And it's not like you need citizenship just yet. You have a student visa.”

Da Vinci raised his voice. “It's not about that. I feel safe with you.”

“Safe isn't the same thing as love. Love is what you had with Chiara.”

He rolled over onto his stomach, his brows furrowed. “Don't speak of Chiara. She is gone.”

“She sent you a letter.” I resisted adding, a love letter.

“I don't care.”

“You don't want to read it? It sure smells nice.”

“She broke my heart. When I told her I wanted to come to America and I wanted her to come with me, she refused. She is marrying my cousin.”

“Why didn't you tell me about her? I would've understood.”

“I didn't think the past mattered.”

“You're talking to someone who's been living in the past. But you can't stay there, and you can't pretend it didn't happen, either. You learn from it and cherish it and build on it and try again. You're the one that showed me that it's okay to live again. To love again.”

“But not love me? I can hope you'll change your mind.”

“I love you, but not in the way you want me to. You are a magical, wonderful, beautiful man. You've shown me how to let joy in and be happy. I'll never forget what we've had. And I don't want to lose our friendship, either. And neither will the boys. They love you, too.”

He squeezed my hand. “This is classic American break-up, no? The ‘let's be friends‘ speech?”

“I'm sorry. I guess it is. I'm not very good at this. I really don't want to hurt you.”

“But I'll miss you and Scrabble and footballing with Bradley. This is American dream.”

The American dream. I'd thought you only get one of those, and that mine had died along with Joel. I hadn't thought I'd get a second chance or that I even deserved one, but maybe I did. Maybe I could dream a new dream. “Oh, da Vinci. You've always been a dreamer. Don't lose that, okay?”

Defeated, he got up from the bed, put his T-shirt back on and left to sleep in the studio, his head hung low.

As I watched him leave I thought to myself, what kind of a heartless asshole breaks up with her lover on a holiday?

“I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS is happening to me! Me of all people,” my sister cried as she entered the house with Zoe tagging behind her in an orange-and-brown bow that threatened to capsize her head.

After wiping my hands on my apron, I kissed Zoe and sent her to the boys' room to play. “What's going on? It's not even 10 o'clock yet.”

Rachel plopped on the kitchen chair, her face streaked with mascara. “How would I know what time it is? I haven't slept yet.”

I pulled up a seat next to her. She must've found out. “I'm so sorry, Rachel. We can get through this.”

Rachel blew her nose. “It's not that easy, Ramona. You of all people should know how much it hurts to lose someone that you love.”

I curled my chest over the table. “Of course. So you're hurt because…”

“Because he's in love with someone else!”

“Cortland's in love with someone else?”

“Cortland? No! I broke up with him yesterday after I dropped by to see the dump he's moving into! It's not even in a good neighborhood.”

“Rachel, this is my neighborhood. And it is a good neighborhood.”

“Oh, I know, sweetie. I don't mean anything by it. It's just, we're obviously so wrong for each other, and he must have something wrong with his down there not to want to have sex with me. Who in this day and age waits to be serious to make love?”

I shook my head, confused. “So who are you talking about, then?”

“Michael, of course! He dropped off Zoe last night and said he wanted to tell me that he's been seeing someone.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes. And not only that, he's in love with her and is going to propose!” Rachel began wailing again and pounding the table. “How could this be happening to me?”

Trying to suppress a smile, I rubbed her back, comforting her. “But Rach, honey, I thought you hated Michael. The whole world thinks you hate Michael. Isn't he a big part of your seminar? You call him ‘Dog Man,‘ remember?”

“I know what I said. But I just wanted to make him suffer and be miserable without me for awhile, and then I'd take him back and incorporate the power of forgiveness into my speech. Zoe needs to be with her father.”

“Got it. Well, life has a funny way of working out for the best.”

“You plucked that one straight from Mom's phrase book. It doesn't sound like you talking.”

“Well, I'm starting to believe it.”

“Who could possibly want to marry that man?”

“Besides you, you mean?”

“She's probably some young tramp legal assistant. Or a bartender. They always go for the young, hot bartenders. Not that they have anything on me.”

“You mean, he didn't tell you who he was seeing?”

“I kicked him out. I don't want to know. I'll meet her soon enough, I suppose. Oh, God. Do you think he'll invite me to the wedding?”