I S A B E L L A
The silence stretches between us, thick and charged.
I swallow hard, shifting slightly under his gaze. "Angelo—"
His name barely leaves my lips before he moves.
One moment, he's standing near the window, and the next, he's right in front of me, closing the space between us with slow, careful steps.
I can't breathe.
He reaches out, trailing his fingers along the exposed skin of my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His touch is light, barely there, but it sends a shiver down my spine.
"You shouldn't be wearing this," he murmurs, his voice deep, almost strained.
I blink up at him. "What?"
His jaw clenches again. "I don't like the idea of every man in that club seeing you like this."
A rush of warmth pools in my stomach, but I lift my chin, feigning innocence. "Y
