I S A B E L L A
“I can teach you,” he murmurs, his voice like silk, a promise lingering behind every word. He looks down at me, his expression curious, as if he’s searching for something in my eyes, for permission or an invitation.
I want to say yes, to let go of every reservation and fall into him, but I can feel my pulse hammering, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. It’s like standing on the edge of a cliff, staring down into something that’s both thrilling and terrifying all at once. I close my eyes, taking a shaky breath...
Angelo’s fingers tighten slightly, grounding me, and I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. The connection between us feels unbreakable, raw, and unguarded, a rare glimpse behind the walls he’s built around himself...
This time, I am the on
