Dario’s point of view.
As usual, we sit across from each other on the plane, both trying to keep it cool.
“I think you should buy some of that thing that women use on their faces to cover God knows what, for your neck. I can see the marks even with the shirt on.” I break the silence that is annoying me, and he chuckles and shakes his head in amusement.
“You mean foundation?” he asks, and I shrug my shoulders.
“I guess. I don’t know,” I admit, and he chuckles louder and looks at me sweetly, melting my poor heart.
“Well, I don’t want to. I like them. Anyone who doesn’t can kiss my ass.” I like them too... but can I still kiss your sexy as Hell, delicious as— No, I'm over that!
“They are beautiful,” I blurt out, and he looks out of the small window, biting his lip as his caramel skin tu
