Alessia’s POV (Continued)
I told myself not to open the door.
I told myself to stay locked inside that damn bathroom until the devil cooled down or got bored and went away. But the problem with Leo Moretti is—he never gets bored. He never backs down. And the moment I stepped out of that bathroom, I should’ve known I’d already lost.
He was standing by the window, shirt off, his muscles tight with a display of his inky arts, Tattoos I couldn't even decipher covered his skin that made him look arrogantly hot, his jaw clenched like he’d been fighting with his own demons the whole time. My heart skipped and my body… betrayed me. Again.
His eyes met mine.
No smirk this time. No sarcastic grin.
Just hunger and rage in his eyes. Desire that burned through him like a goddamn wildfire.
“Come
