When she didn’t hear from him for a whole two minutes, she grabbed a pair of socks from the drawer.
“Aren’t you gonna apologize?” she asked.
“Do I have to?”
She was startled by how close his voice was. She didn’t even notice him cross the room towards her.
She whirled around and almost fell back when she realized that he was directly behind her. He was barely inches away, his perfume permeating the place, fogging up her senses. He smelled of bergamot and a warm earthy musk.
If she hadn’t been so startled by him, she’d think this was a pleasant experience.
She snapped out of it. “What are you doing?”
Giovanni tilted his head. “What do you mean?”
“This. Why are you so close to me?”
“I can’t be close to my fiancée?”
His expression had been so smug, Ava nearly lost it and wanted to
