Audrey’s pov
Matteo nodded. “Yes, it is.”
He stretched out the wine for me to take.
I stepped back from the door, my hand still gripping the handle as I looked at him. His chest was heaving, the fabric of his shirt clinging to the sweat-dampened skin beneath. He looked like he’d just finished a marathon.
“Come in,” I said quietly.
He stepped inside immediately.
I asked as I shut the door. “Why are you out of breath?”
He set the wine down on the center table with a heavy clink and paused to catch his breath. “The lifts were taking too long,” he rasped, turning to face me. “I couldn’t wait five minutes for the doors to cycle. I ran.”
I blinked, genuinely stunned. “You ran up three flights of stairs... why?”
“I wanted to see you quickly,” he said, his eyes scanning my face with a des
