The moonlight catches the gold in her blonde strands.
I can't stop looking at her.
"Bruno?"
I blink. "What?"
"You disappeared for a second."
"I'm right here."
"Physically, yes. But your mind went somewhere else."
She's too observant. Sees too much. It should annoy me.
It doesn't.
"I was thinking," I say.
"About what?"
About you. About the way your lips curve when you're trying not to smile.
About how badly I want to touch you.
"Nothing important," I lie.
Antonella tilts her head.
"You're doing it again," she says.
"Doing what?"
"Looking at me like that."
My chest tightens. "Like what?"
"I don't know. Like you're trying to figure something out."
She's not wrong.
"You're beautiful."
The words come out before I can stop them.
Antonella goes still.
I watch her face. The surprise. The confusion. The slight parting of her lips.
Fuck.
"I shouldn't have said that." I grip the wheels of my chair. Start to turn. "I should go."
"Bruno—"
"This was a mistake. Coming here. Waking you up. All of it."
"Bruno, stop."
