Marianna’s POV
I felt it. It overwhelmed me and I wanted to bask in it. Something inside me started wriggling and pacing. And I stood there looking at the man that just blew the door.
I saw with the corner of my eye that Natalia is pulling Antonia out of the room. She glared at me in shock.
I forgot about Natalia, Antonia, and the whole world instantly. The only thing that mattered was the man in front of me. I wasn’t the short one, but he was towering over me. With his muscular frame, black hair, and eyes, he reminded me of something.
“You… I hit you,” I muttered in a small voice. Did he remember? Was he furious about it? Probably yes, he blew the door. You don't blow one's door because you are serene.
He laughed. It was such a beautiful laugh. Ok, you don't laugh when you are furiou
