Chapter 8
Cristiano
I tried my best not to let my eyes linger on her too long as I watched Annalisa from behind my newspaper. She was adjusting to this new life, I could tell, but what she didn’t realize was that I was adjusting too. It took every bit of restraint in me not to close the distance between us and bend her over the table, claiming her right then and there. Her innocence, boldness, and her beauty were what I really liked about her. Each time I caught a glimpse of those blue eyes, something in me that I had no control over always stirred.
She wasn’t supposed to have this kind of effect on me. Marrying her was strategic, nothing more. But every time I looked at her, the temptation to take things further itches me. Watching her eat alone brought this kind of odd satisfaction
