Sienna DiMarco
True to his word, Salvatore took our bags to the main bedroom, and after showing me how to work the fancy shower, allowed me to take one, respecting my space and privacy. After I was done, I dried myself and put on a loose sweatshirt and a pair of comfy leggings, with fluffy socks. The shirt was so loose that I decided to skip the bra, after all, we were resting, and having a lazy evening.
I walked out of the bathroom, brushing my wet hair, and Sal was on the bed, shirtless no less, wearing only sweats. I stopped in my tracks, and he looked up. “Sorry, old habits. I can wear a shirt if that makes you feel more comfortable,” he said, while I was sure it looked like I was having a stroke. The man was gorgeous. Perfect chiseled muscles, a washboard, and a deep V-line at his
