"you have no idea," she whispered, her voice shaky but full of conviction.
Vincenzo’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his hands shut up to her waist as he pulled her flat against his chest. Compared to Lena’s dainty feminine form, Vincenzo was a hulking mass of muscle and raw power that was sure to pack a punch. His body was a testament of a strict routine to keep himself healthy and fit. Always ready to sprint into action and win... His touch was electric, his fingers firm yet gentle as they roamed her body.
“I love your hair, its suits you perfectly.” Vincenzo sudden praise had not been expected, but it was defiantly welcomed. Lena chuckled.
“You do? I never pegged you to be the kind to give out compliments,” Lena said.
“I don’t. There must be something special about you,”
“I woul
