I rushed out of her apartment before she could call out for me. I closed the door and leaned against the wall, breathing hard.
What the fuck was happening to me?
14
KLAUS
Iopened the door to my apartment and inhaled deeply. The smell of food greeted me, and I stepped inside, my heart in my throat. I’d drunk a lot at Matteo’s tonight and didn’t typically come home on nights like that, but knowing what was waiting for me had me on edge all day, eager to get home and show her how much I missed her.
I’d spent the last week trying to act normal with Matteo and Alessio, but I couldn’t stand it anymore and needed to just get the hell out of there as soon as possible, so I sprinted fast and beat Alessio before I left.
Matteo’s line of questioning had left me even antsier.
I went straight into the kitchen to find Rosalie wearing an apron and pulling a lasagna out of the oven.
Immediately, I wound my arms around her waist and buried my face in her neck, breathing her in deeply.
“Hey, hummingbird,” I murmured, her sweet scent engulfing me.
“Hey. I didn’t expect you to be back tonight,” she said, leaning into me.
I loved that she did that. Having a woman do this set my blood ablaze.
“Mm, I sent you a text and said I’d be home.” I kissed her bare collarbone. I couldn’t help but love that she wore so many pretty dresses. Hell, what a beautiful, perfect woman. I was a sucker for a woman in a dress. Always had been.
This dress, in particular, I really liked. White. Little pink flowers. Short. A couple of thin straps over her shoulders. Her glorious cleavage was on display for days for me.
I ran my hands up her abdomen as she shuddered against me.
“I was so caught up in this lasagna that I guess I didn’t hear my phone go off,” she said, tilting her head so I could kiss her.
If I were an outsider looking in, I’d think we’d been a couple for years. We weren’t even that, though. Just a few days of pure bliss with her.
I didn’t like to think about it past what it was. Of course, I kept shoving those thoughts away. I didn’t have time in my life for a woman, but here I was. I decided not to dwell on any of it. I was going to go with the flow and see what transpired.
“Now that I can smell it, I’m glad you got caught up. It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten anything home-cooked.” I’d only been home overnight once this week and had dropped in a few times since then.
“Mm, well, I hope you like it,” she said as I kissed her collarbone again.
Fuck, this woman was driving me crazy. I couldn’t get enough of her. It terrified me.
“I know that I’ll love it.” I brushed her hair away from her pretty face before pressing a tender kiss to her temple. She was so much smaller than I that I had to bend to kiss her. She wiggled against me, doing something to my goddamned soul.
“I need to shower, my sweet girl,” I murmured. “I must wash the day off me.”
“Go.” She turned in my arms and smiled up at me. “I have to finish this so we can eat.”
I cradled her face and stared down into her vibrant green eyes for a moment before willing myself away. She gave me her sweet smile once more, and I booked it out of there, more than eager to return to her and the delicious-smelling food she’d made.
Quickly, I removed my clothes and showered. When I was done, I rushed back to the kitchen to find she’d set the table and was putting bread out.
Garlic bread.
And it looked homemade.
“Can I help with anything?” I paused next to her.
“Just sit. Let me handle this.”
