~Tiara
The morning light streamed through the dining room windows, bathing everything in a golden glow. The table was set with an impressive spread, but I barely noticed it. My focus was elsewhere—or rather, on someone else.
Antonio sat across from me, his dark hair perfectly tousled, and his shirt rolled up just enough to show his strong forearms. He was buttering a slice of toast, but his eyes kept flicking to mine. I tried to concentrate on my plate, but when his foot brushed against mine under the table, I froze.
My heart skipped a beat. It was a light touch, subtle, but enough to send a rush of heat up my spine. I glanced at him, trying not to smile, but his lips curved into a playful smirk, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I nudged his foot back gently, my che
