Page 95 of My Best Friend's Dad

Her breath hitched, and she looked at me with such intensity that it took my breath away.

“I love you too, Vincenzo.”

I leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. The kiss deepened, my body pressing against hers as the world outside faded away.

When we finally pulled apart, I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling in the quiet room.

Then, as gently as I could, I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against my chest.

“Vincenzo, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice soft with surprise.

“Taking care of you,” I replied, carrying her up the stairs toward the master bathroom. “We both need a shower.”

She smiled, a small, grateful smile that made my heart swell. “You always know what I need.”

I set her down gently on the counter, her legs dangling over the edge. I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until steam began to fill the room.

“Let me help you,” I said, my hands moving to her clothes. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, allowing me to undress her. I peeled off her shirt, revealing the bruises and cuts that marred her skin. My heart ached at the sight, but I kept my touch gentle, careful not to cause her any pain.

“We need to take care of each other,” she said, her fingers brushing against the bruises on my torso as I took off my own shirt.

I smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“We will. Together,” I replied.

I helped her off the counter, guiding her toward the shower. The warm water cascaded over us, washing away the dirt and blood. I watched as the tension slowly melted from her body, her eyes closing as she let out a sigh of relief.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmured, my hands gently massaging her shoulders.

She nodded, leaning back against me.

“It does.”

I reached for the soap, lathering it between my hands before gently washing her. I moved slowly, methodically, wanting to take care of every inch of her. She did the same for me, her touch tender and caring.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” she asked suddenly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

I smiled, the memory clear in my mind. “Of course I do. You were at Bella’s birthday party, trying to avoid all the boys who wanted to play with you.”

She blushed, the pink tinting her cheeks even in the warm steam. “I thought you were the most handsome man I’d ever seen. And the scariest.”

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “And now?”

“Now,” she said, turning to face me, her eyes filled with emotion, “I see the man who saved my life. Now I see the man I love.”

Her words hit me like a sucker punch to the gut, filled with a mix of fear, gratitude, and adoration for the beautiful woman standing right there in front of me.

“Jenna,” I said softly, my hands cupping her face. “I love you too. More than anything.”

She smiled, leaning into my touch. “Then let’s promise to always take care of each other. No matter what.”

“I promise,” I whispered, sealing the vow with a gentle kiss.

Then I pulled away. Reaching for the body wash, I poured some into my hands and began to rub her back, taking my time and washing every speck of dirt and blood off of her. She moaned, the sound sending a bolt of desire through me. My cock twitched, growing hard against her back.

I tried to resist, but then she turned around and leveled me with a look. She cocked her head, her pupils dilated so wide that her irises had almost disappeared. I swallowed hard, allowing my gaze to slither down her body.

Her full breasts were heavy, her nipples stiff with arousal. My gaze dipped lower, taking in her flat stomach and the curve of her hips.

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