Alessandro laid on his side, throwing one arm over me. He kissed me softly on the cheek.
"Holy s**t," he panted, trying to regain his breath.
"I agree." I chuckled, still dragging in heaving breaths of my own.
I was a little surprised at how he wanted to cuddle. I never failed to be amazed by his sweet nature. Maybe I was wrong about the mafia thing. I sidled closer to him, wanting to feel his skin on mine.
His skin was warm against the cold office air, and I wanted to revel in it forever. This moment as we focused on slowing our breaths was a kind of heaven I'd never experienced before. I felt silly, like a girl in puppy love. I tried to reason with myself that this was still nothing special.
His face was solemn as he studied me, and I wondered where his smile had gone. I worried I'd
