He’s already walked to his closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants without so much as a care in the world that he just gave me a tool to destroy him.
Just this one singular push of the button can make it all come undone. Like dominos falling, his empire would crumble. And it’s my choice.
My finger begins to tremble.
I can’t. I can’t do that to him. I can’t destroy his life.
I thought I could, and I was capable of it mere days ago, but now? Everything’s changed.
Just that one encounter at the cemetery, and it’s shifted my world on its axis.
I push the contacts list away and swiftly open a new tab on the browser, searching for a translation website, and I type in the word “Tesoro.”
Treasure.
That’s what he’s been calling me ever since I came into his house.
He always calls me a treasure.
Histreasure.
Butterflies explode in my belly, and my heart radiates like a thousand suns so bright.
“Something wrong, Tesoro?” he asks.
Shit.
I quickly turn off my phone and place it on the cabinet, then turn around, but I can barely look at him. How could I, when I just found out the entire reason for the nickname he gave me is because he adores me?
“No, nothing.” I clear my throat. “Are you going to bed now?”
I feel silly even asking, but my brain is completely fried after what I just found out.
“Well, I don’t want to, but it’s what the doctor prescribed,” he replies. “And mywifewants me to listen to my doctors.”
“True …” I mutter, but my voice tapers off as he begins to take off his shirt, one button after the other, revealing all the chiseled, tattooed muscles underneath.
And I just forgot how to think.
Matteo
Her eyes follow every move of my fingers, and she bites her lip when I remove the fabric entirely and chuck it onto the floor. I adore the way she looks at me, how she can barely help her eyes from gorging on me, as the same lewd thoughts currently rushing through my mind are probably zinging through hers.
I unzip and pull the button loose, and my fingers curl under the fabric of my pants to push them down while shejust keeps staring like I’m a five-course meal. What a brazen little vixen.
“Are you going to stand there and watch me?” I ask.
She clears her throat as a massive blush forms on her skin, and then she turns around, probably embarrassed I caught her in the act.
Guess I’m not the only one fantasizing about having her in twenty different ways.
I chuckle. “I don’t mind.”
I take everything off and put on the sweatpants I fished from my closet, then walk over to her, brushing the tip of my index finger along her shoulder to move her hair out of the way so I can lean in and whisper.
“Thank you.”
Goose bumps erupt on her skin, scattering everywhere my finger left a mark.
