THALIA
Oh, this is bad.
That was the first coherent thought that crossed my mind when I stepped out onto the porch and saw Gino standing just a few distance away… only he wasn’t alone.
He was kissing someone, or, more accurately, he was kissed by that someone. Gino froze at one side, and a woman I had never seen before had both her hands fisted in the front of his shirt as she kissed him with her eyes firmly shut, as if she had gathered all of her courage to do that. Meanwhile, Gino’s eyes are wide in surprise.
It wasn’t a hesitant kiss, not the kind you could mistake for a greeting or a misunderstanding.
It was intimate and perfectly intentional.
Oh. This is really bad.
For a split second, I simply froze there in my spot. My mind was trying to process what I was seeing. After all
