My hand dropped to my side, the warmth of his breath still lingering on my skin.
“What?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing below.
Alessio smirked as he leaned back, his movements slow and deliberate. He adjusted his belt, his dark eyes locked on mine, unreadable.
I clenched my thighs together, the lingering wetness of our moment making every small movement feel amplified.
My fingers tugged at the hem of my dress, trying to regain a semblance of composure.
“What did you just say?” I asked again, my voice firmer now as I squinted at him.
He leaned against the railing, his smirk not faltering as he folded his arms over his chest. “I know Luca is your ex,” he repeated casually, as though he were commenting on the weather.
My chest tightened, and
