*Caterina*
Elio’s words danced over my skin like tiny flicks of electricity. Each word caressed me like a warm hand that I wanted to reach out and take.
“So, your mom said I could stay tonight. I’d like to… if that’s okay with you?”
The rich baritone sound of his voice caused the muscles in my body to spasm beyond my control. Yes, I wanted him to stay. I needed him to stay. Hell, I was sure the man already possessed a secret key to the front door. Why couldn’t he just move some of his stuff in here already and stay permanently?
Ever since our last encounter on that very couch, I’d felt nothing but an unbearable pent-up frustration. Between the constant heated looks and innocent touches behind my mother’s back, I was certain I was on the edge of combusting.
My eyes slowly opened to find Elio’s dark hooded gaze staring at me, waiting for an answer. My cheeks flushed a pink hue while my eyes dropped to his lips.
“Of course,” I responded wistfully.
