C H A P T E R N I N E
My eyelids opened as soon as I felt Falcone's fingers at the small of my back. Before his weight struck the bed and he turned me to face him, I had been sound asleep and felt confused with a tinge of excitement.
My bewilderment vanished as soon as his arms encircled me and pulled my body against the length of his.
I was living with my parents.
My hand went up to cover his mouth before his lowering head's shadow reached its target.
“What are you doing?" I whispered inaudibly.
My wrist was encircled by his extended hand as he drew it away.
"What am I continually doing?" he said, also softly.
"You entered my parents' house!" I was still hissing and whispering.
"Yeah," he said, as if everything was OK.
"We can't have s*x with my folks basically next door!"
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