Valeria's POV.
I get goosebumps and my stomach churns with nerves. However, I walk to Mattia's room and enter to wait for him since he got lost in the corridors. Minutes later, I see him come in with two glasses and a whole bottle of red wine, which he places on the breakfast bar where I am sitting. I also watch as his long, thick fingers begin to pour the wine. First one glass, then the other, with a subtlety that makes me raise an eyebrow.
«If there's one word to define Mattia, it's elegance and sophistication»
Not only in his refined tastes but also in his way of speaking, walking, and especially making love to me. Anyone else might have chosen ice cream over wine or strawberries over grapes.
«He is unique,» and although it's hard for me to admit it, I love that.
I take the wine gl
