LUCIANA
It's not just Dario's words, it's the way he's looking at me. That heated gaze. We're side by side in the front seat of my car. I'm giving him a side glance but that's enough to render me unable to tear my gaze away.
Dario looks like the kind of predator who would devour their prey without allowing any left over.
I quickly look away, unable to maintain the heated gaze that reaches to the deepest part of my veins.
A while ago, it felt odd thinking that I might have pushed him away. And now it feels like he's some boiler heating up my blood. In a way that makes me want to get closer to him.
“I'm not thinking about anything,” I mumble, fixing my safety belt.
I know this might sound out of place but would I form another elephant if I talked about the deal?
That's the reason why
