Sandro’s POV
This felt like a déjà vu. She was silently sitting beside me. So quiet and the distance between us was as annoying was ever. The air passing on me was cold and I did not like it.
I’m a man. A warm-blooded man. Without any sign of shame, I stared at her. She was looking outside the window so interested at God knows what. There were only uninteresting-looking people and sidewalks but a blur of lights and figures. It seemed pretty early since I could only see faint glimpse of sun rays kissing the surface and corners of some buildings. And again, I directed my gaze on the stunning woman beside me wondering how could she be still sit there all stiff and silent. We had kissed. I had tasted her lips. It was sweet and yet she was acting all distant and that totally pissed something
