Chapter 34
235 Words
Chapter Thirty-Four
While at first I thought Chloé was reluctant to embrace our ideas, it seems that she is no longer. No, Chloé, the woman of my dreams and the dreams of my brothers, looks hungrier than all of us.
She knows what she wants and she is going to claim it.
Though when it comes to Angelo, I can say she is tentative, shy even. Perhaps careful is the correct word.
And Angelo, Gesù, he is so deathly pale it’s more like he’s facing a firing squad than a beautiful woman.
His arms are locked by his side and I guess he’s about ten seconds from passing the f**k out.
Chloé licks her lips as she reaches over and touches Angelo’s hand, her fingers walking their way up his tanned forearm.
Then she stands on her tiptoes and kisses him.
But it isn’t just a peck like she’s given Enzo—or me, for that matter—the first time we were together.
She lingers, first with her lips just barely pressing against Angelo’s. And then, f**k me, I saw her tongue peek out and begin to explore the seam of Angelo’s lips.
He inhales sharply and Chloé takes his face in both of her hands, deepening the kiss.
As Enzo and I flank our younger brother, ready to help Chloé unlock his fears and bring out the man who is so scared—and scarred—inside him, I am not sure what will happen.
Only time will tell.
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