“You okay?” Sergio asked quietly behind me.
I swallowed hard. “Define okay.”
“Not trying to run away before the big day?” he corrected himself.
I looked at him through the mirror. “Do you think he even wants this wedding anymore?”
Sergio’s brows lifted slightly. “You wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want it.””
“He’s barely home,” I admitted.
“Leo’s losing his mind,” Sergio corrected.
My heartbeat quickened faintly. “What does that mean?”
“It means boss hasn’t slept properly in days, stabbed two men this week, and threatened a senator over dinner yesterday.” Sergio leaned back against the counter casually. “So… clearly, he’s doing amazing.”
I snorted despite myself. “Why is he avoiding me?”
Sergio’s amusement faded slightly. “Because Leo’s the kind of man who either controls himself completely…” He looked directly at me. “Or not at all.”
Heat rolled low through my stomach so suddenly my thighs pressed together instinctively beneath the dress.
“Oh, you are down for him bad.”
“Shut up.” A flush crept over my cheeks as I smoothed my palms down the priceless wedding gown.
“You want him so bad it’s embarrassing,” Sergio sighed.
“I hate him,” I said weakly.
“Liar.”
I grabbed a decorative pillow and threw it directly at his head. He caught it without looking. “You assault me again and I’m telling Leo.”
“Please do. Maybe then he’ll finally come upstairs,” I muttered. The words slipped out before I could stop them. Silence followed. Sergio studied me for a long moment. Then sighed.
“He comes home every night,” he admitted quietly.
My chest tightened. “What?”
“He stands outside the bedroom door sometimes.” Sergio looked away toward the rain-streaked windows. “Long time too.”
My pulse stumbled violently. “He what?”
“He’s trying not to touch you before the wedding.”
The air felt too warm. Too tight.
“He’s doing a terrible job,” Sergio added dryly. “You should hear the way he talks about you when you aren’t there.”
My stomach flipped hard enough to hurt. “What does he say?”
Sergio grinned slowly. “Trying to get me in trouble? Absolutely fucking not. I enjoy being alive.”
Thatnight,Iwaitedfor him again. Only this time I stopped pretending I was in his bed accidentally.
Rain hammered softly against the glass walls surrounding the penthouse while the city glowed beneath me in smeared gold and silver. Leo’s enormous bed swallowed me whole, black silk twisted around my bare legs while one of his shirts slipped lower off my shoulder.
