“Emma, is that you in there?” Matteo’s voice called.
“Yeah, give me one second!”
Taking in deep breaths, I turned to the still running faucet and washed my hands, then I splashed some cold water on the back of my neck.
Stay calm.
I unlocked the door carefully, and Matteo wasted no time stepping in and spinning me around so I was pressed up against it. He circled his arms around my waist and pulled my body close against him.
“Why, if it isn’t my favorite little psycho.”
I rolled my eyes. “Make me hang around your family any longer and that’ll be the nicest thing you could say about me.”
Matteo flashed his dimples. “f**k, and here I was thinking dinner went well.”
I gaped at him incredulously.
“They like you,” he informed me. “Pretty sure you finally won Pops over, too.”
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