Rhea
I completely ignore Daciano’s warning. Even though i know it’s a terrible idea, I’m tired of him dictating what I can do or cannot do. It’s my life, and it should be my decision, even though lately it hasn’t seemed so.
Why don’t you want me?” I blurt out before I can stop myself. “Is it because I’m plain compared to the rest of the women you’ve been with?”
His eyes are lazy and unamused, as they roam my face. But when he touches me, my body singes at every part his hands lay on.
When he caresses my cheek like I’m the most fragile thing ever, I’m stunned quiet. How can a man be so cold and yet so warm at the same time. My heart trips over its next beat.
With a shaky breath, I unzip my dress, letting it fall down, forming a pool around my legs. Then I unclip my bra while he watche
