Ginevra
We stand silently for a moment, ready to leave the room, and I let my hands glide over my dress again, as if to flatten it. The bad feeling in my stomach that settled in after we dressed ourselves is not nearly as strong as the feeling of butterflies Ruggerio triggered in me. As I stand there playing with my fingers, Ruggerio takes a step to take my hand into his. “Ready?”
I try to cover my anxious feelings and smile at him. “Sure.”
“They won’t be able to see that you just had s*x, nor smell it.” He grins, making me blush.
How can he always read my thoughts?
“Just act normally.”
I nod and he is about to open the door as I take a step between him and the wall, making him close it again.
“Wait. I-” Taking a deep breath, I look up at him and go on with a low voice. “I never
