~Tiara
As Antonio and I walked out of the bathroom, our hands entwined, a sense of calm lingered in the air. He reached for a towel, gently patting my skin dry while I did the same for him. We teased each other as we cleaned, exchanging soft laughs. When I turned slightly to grab another towel, Antonio leaned in, his lips brushing against mine without warning.
Caught off guard, I blinked up at him but quickly melted into the kiss, smiling against his lips. “I knew you were dying to do that,” I teased breathlessly.
He chuckled, his voice low and warm. “I can’t help it. I love you so much, Tiara. Every single thing about you.”
The intensity in his eyes pulled me closer. It wasn’t just lust—it was love, pure and deep, the kind that couldn’t be faked or forced. One thing led to anoth
