The robe had shifted slightly when I walked, and the red fabric underneath was peeking through.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Damn it, Nonna.
I quickly adjusted the robe, tying the belt tighter, and forced myself to move forward.
Now, standing at the edge of the pool with my bathrobe still on, I could feel his gaze on me still.
And all I could think about was what I was wearing underneath.
Don't be weird. Just act normal.
I put my things down on the stone bench, took a breath, and untied the robe.
The fabric slipped off my shoulders, pooling at my feet.
And there I stood. In Nonna's carefully selected red lingerie. Fully visible.
Dante went still.
I could see the way his eyes tracked over me, briefly. Taking in the thin fabric, the color against my skin, the way it clung to
