LUCIANA
Dario's heated gazes will be the end of me one of these days. And his teases? I don't even want to talk about them.
He's so close to me inside the pool. The water is warm enough, but his glance could make my blood boil. I almost forgot the stunt he pulled to get me wet. No pun intended.
But again, considering the hot guy before me, maybe it's intended.
I'm sure every part of me is wet. Not because of the water, but because of him.
“I'm not considering anything,” I whisper. He's still so close to me.
Even though those words come from my mouth, my brain has something entirely different.
He massages my cheek with his right palm. His palm is wet, yet I feel sparks all over my body just from his touch.
“Your hair is wet,” he shifts his touch to tuck a few strands behind my ear.
