AUDREY
Matteo’s hand lingered for half a second too long as I pulled the handkerchief from him, his fingers warm.
“Thank you,” I said, but it came out like a warning.
He didn’t smile. Not fully. He just watched me with that look that made me feel like I was being studied.
My throat tightened.
“How are you?”
“I’m fine,” I snapped, though my voice cracked.
“You’re lying,” he said simply. “What did Dante do this time?”
“Don’t talk about him.”
Matteo leaned back in his seat, his long legs stretching out into the aisle. He looked entirely too comfortable in a space that felt like a cage to me. “Why not? He’s the reason you’re bawling your eyes out in a plane.”
“Get out,” I whispered, the words trembling with a sudden, sharp heat.
Matteo arched a brow in amusement. “The plane is at th
