I watch as Alessandro steps out of the car and swallow hard. He’s wearing a pair of black slacks and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. For the first time since I’ve met him, I see tattoos peeking out from both his upper arms. As he approaches, my heart starts to race uncontrollably. He always makes my heart beat faster, mostly because he scares me, but today, it’s different. As much as I’m scared, it’s not just fear making my heart race—I find him undeniably attractive. It’s probably the rolled sleeves or the visible tattoos, but something about him today is captivating. He steps so close that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. His cologne, musky and intoxicating, fills the air around me, making my head spin.
His gaze locks onto mine, and as much as I want to,
