They didn’t get far into the movie when Aurora finally caved.
“I’m sorry… for earlier,” she mumbled, and Matteo looked at her, surprised.
They were sitting on the couch, close but not close enough to be touching, and for some weird reason, it didn’t feel awkward at all. Matteo hadn’t made any comments about it, nor did he seem angry with her. It was as if it never happened, but Aurora couldn’t just stay quiet.
“There is nothing to be sorry about, Aurora,” he replied after turning down the volume of the TV, and turned in his seat until he faced her.
“But…” she chewed her lip, not knowing what exactly she wanted to tell him, or what the protocol was in these cases. It wasn’t as if she’d never said no to a guy, but never when it was so close. She couldn’t imagine that Matteo wasn’t upse
