Alessandro's POV.
"No, I certainly don't like her," I spat, wiping away the blood trickling down my face again.
"f**k," I cursed, clutching my head in pain.
The explosion was insane. If the bomb had been in that box, I would have been dead by now.
I leaned over the sink, washing my face until the bleeding stopped. Once I finished, I grabbed a small towel from the side and dried myself.
"How can I like her when my heart doesn't race or anything? isn't that how it's supposed to feel?" I muttered to myself. "Besides, I don't want to love her. I just want to know what love feels like."
"You don't need your heart racing to like someone," I heard Mary's voice from behind the door.
Groaning, I kept the towel aside and opened the door.
"Why are you still here?" I snapped, stepping out of t
