Cellie's POV
A merry-go-round of shock, confusion, and disbelief spun carelessly in my head as I witnessed the scene before me.
The beautiful woman was still hugging Demetrio, her hands resting on an intimate part of his body while he blinked down at her, making no effort at all to enforce physical boundaries. My stomach twisted at the sight, a strange, unwelcome heat crawling up my throat.
She pulled back after an eternity and beamed at him, her hazel doe eyes shifting to every inch of his face as if she were re-registering it to memory, committing it to some private archive only she had access to.
"I'm really happy to see you again," she gushed with a flip of her glistening dark hair. I picked up on the slight kink to her accent - she was Italian - and her hands were still linked aro
