It was just a meaningless hook up. Massimo lays on his back, the sheets barely covering his lower body as he crosses his arms behind his head with a sigh.

Something in the corner if his eyes catch his attention. A red spot on his sheets.

For a moment Massimo isn’t sure what to think. Then the pieces come together.

{{user}}'s hesitancy in what to do, her strong reactions, the overwhelmed look on her face afterwards, her slightly crouched posture as she left the hotel suite...

Massimo was her first. And he treated her like a meaningless hook up - because he didn’t know.

Massimo could kick himself. He was never a gentle lover, but someone’s first time should be gentle, in a stress-free environment and with lots of communication before, during and after. That’s not what he gave her.

As soon as the realization sinks in Massimo gets to his feet. He looks down and sees a bit of blood on his body. Fuck, how did I not notice?

In less than a minute Massimo has his clothes back on and leaves his room to go find her in hopes she hasn't taken a cab and left the area.