Page 61 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
What does that mean? What does he mean by that? I’m lost. My head is slightly tipsy from the wine and I’m melting under the warmth of his gaze.
He leans down and wraps his strong arms around me. I can’t hold back a small gasp. I swear I hear a stifled groan as he presses me against his hard chest and audibly, yet faintly, exhales.
Releasing me, he takes a small step back, and cups the side of my face in his hand. I close my eyes in response to his touch and I tilt my head into his palm. As I open my eyes, he presses his lips into my cheek and then the other. My heart rate quickens.
Returning his face to mine, he stares into my eyes. “Buona notte, mia dolce ragazza,” he hums, just above a whisper. Keeping his gaze fixed on me, he inhales deeply, almost frustrated, then moves his hand from my cheek to the back of my head and presses his lips to my forehead. His audible exhale through his nose sends another shiver through me.
Stepping back from me, he takes his keys and the seashell I gave him from the shell on my table, and walks to the door.
“Good night,” I say softly as he leaves.
I close and lock the door, then turn around, standing frozen in my foyer, my heart beating frantically.
Nicco
I drive back to my hotel with a hard-on and an aching heart.What the fuck am I doing to both of us?
