Page 87 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
“Really?”
“Yes.” Her terse tone from earlier has returned.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and go to Gigi’s account, finding the picture. Huh, it makes sense now.She’s fucking jealous.Though I have zero attraction to Gigi or emotional connection and I’ve told Destiny this, I kind of like that she’s jealous. Although if she’s jealous, that means she does feel something for me. Which means I have the potential of hurting her and I really don’t want to hurt her.Fuck.
“Yeah, that’s from the shoot we were on. The surroundings were so beautiful. If I was still a gardener, I would’ve loved to work there.” I focus on the scenery and avoid talking about the ridiculous picture Gigi posted, hoping to ease Destiny.
It doesn’t.
“You know, I’m kind of tired. I think I’ll go to bed instead. I’ll have my tiramisu tomorrow. Thank you for dinner.” She walks out of the kitchen and down the hall to her room. No kiss on the cheek, no good night. She is a feisty little thing.
Destiny
After getting washed up, I lie in the bed in Nicco’s spare bedroom, staring at the ceiling, questions swirling in my head. He had his sister-in-law decorate this room for me? His mom wants to meet me and have me over for dinner? I’m theonlyone he calls mia dolce ragazza? I want to pretend these things don’t mean anything to me. But they do.
Then on the other side of him inching into my heart, it’s like he’s rolling over it with a dermaroller, stabbing it with tiny little pricks.
He may not think there’s anything between him and Giovanna, but body language speaks volumes and their body language says there’s chemistry between them. Hot, sexual chemistry. It may not have shown in the pictures Candi took, but there’s no denying it in the picture on Giovanna’s Instagram.
Maybe this was a bad idea. A really bad idea. If I can’t turn off my emotions, I’ll never make it through this trip. Maybe I can get a flight back tomorrow.
