Chapter 10
The following week Venezia kept noticing little things Angelo was doing and overthinking all of it.
She wanted to believe that it didn't mean anything but she couldn't help feeling the same way she did five years ago. Based on their almost-kisses, she had to wonder if Angelo's little actions meant more than she wanted to suppose, for the sake of Vincent.
Monday night at dinner, their hands brushed when he handed her the bowl of mashed potatoes. Their gaze stayed locked for a few seconds, both of them holding the bowl, when Angelo shot her a small grin. She coughed and looked away, trying to push away the static feeling that went up her arm when they touched. She was telling herself it was nothing she was being paranoid but she wasn't even convincing herself at this point.
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