Domenico
“Domenico!” Chiara pushed me away, her chest heaving, and the next thing that followed was a deafening slap, painful enough to force me back to my senses.
She wiped her lips with the back of her palm, her eyes glaring daggers at me.
“Are you crazy? What the hell is wrong with you?” she seethed, shoving my chest.
I blinked, suddenly realizing the severity of my actions. “I… I…” But she had already marched out of the car and slammed the door behind her. “You’re crazy!”
I groaned, raking my fingers through my hair. I didn’t even know what was wrong with me. A lump formed in my throat, my eyes distressed as I watched Chiara leave.
I slammed my fist against the steering wheel in anger. What the hell was going on with me? Why was I so concerned about her? She was right — I didn’t
