*Alberto’s POV*
As soon as we made it out of the water, we both grabbed our clothes to get dressed. Not that I could take my eyes off her. She was fūcking perfect.
“Aiutami.” (Italian for “Help me.”) She said as she turned around while pulling that body suit up her big round asš, making it jiggle.
“Se potessi farlo a modo mio. Saresti sempre nudo.” (Italian for “If I could have it my way. You would always be naked.”) I murmured in her ear as I helped her button it.
“Maybe some day—” She was saying when I grabbed her neck, forcing her to look at me.
“No one can know about this, Angel.” I told her, as she frowned.
“I know. I just thought— I don’t fūcking know.” She said as she sighed before getting her jeans on.
I hated keeping us a secret. I honestly don’t give a shīt what anyon
