~NICO~
I’m halfway down the stairs when I see her.
Elena.
She’s standing by the dining table, sunlight spilling through the window and catching the curve of her hair, the shimmer of her skin.
For a second, I think I’m imagining her….because no one should look like that this early in the morning.
She turns slightly, and I catch a better look at her outfit. Tight. Short. Soft fabric hugging every curve in a way that makes my pulse stumble.
What the hell is she wearing?
She's wearing a black leather skirt that clings to her thighs. A cream silk top that dips low enough to show the swell of her breasts.
My fingers curl against the railing as my eyes travel down, then back up, helplessly. I know I should look away….should say something, anything, but all I can do is stare.
Her lips cur
