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But with him standing there, looking all sexy and intense, it’s a miracle I even remember how to speak.

Chapter 5

Nico

“Willow, tell me what happened in the kitchen, and why. Now.”

I watch her squirm, her face flushed with a guilty look that’s almost too tempting.

God, those fucking legs. I couldn’t stop staring at them the moment I walked in.Long, shapely, and strong—perfect. All I can think about is having them wrapped around me, squeezing tight as I’m on top of her, pounding her so hard she can’t even think straight.

The way her eyes would roll back as I drive her over the edge, her body trembling under mine.

She’s standing in front of me, looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, and it’s taking everything in me not to drag her out of that chair and make her fantasies a reality.

But I rein it in, keeping my cool.

"I'm sorry. It was stupid, and it’ll never happen again."

I shake my head slowly, keeping my gaze steady on hers. "That's not what I want."

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion, those big, expressive eyes searching mine for answers. "Then what do you want?"

"I want to understand what you were thinking.”

"The first day with the girls was fun, but a little chaotic," she admits, her voice softening as she recalls the events.says. "I wanted to give them some structure, you know? I mean, kids that age need it. "

I nod slightly, staying quiet, letting her continue.

"The day started off perfectly," she says, a small smile playing on her lips. "I. I got them up, dressed, teeth brushed, beds made—all of it. They were so proud of themselves, and I was, too. So, I figured having them help with breakfast would be good for them."

I raise an eyebrow, amused at how animated she’s becoming as she talks about it.

"But then I realized I might’ve bitten off more than I could chew. The batter was everywhere, chocolate chips were rolling off the counter, and at one point, Giulia tried to crack an egg—except she missed the bowl entirely. We were all laughing so hard, and honestly, they loved every second of it."

I watch her closely, noticing the way her face lights up when she talks about them. She’s already crazy about my girls.

She continues, her voice steady but tinged with a bit of regret.“Then things got a little out of hand… as you heard. The girls made a few messes, then I got distracted, andbam– fire in the kitchen.”

“Go on.”

"The rest of the day actually went really well. We put together snacks, went for a walk, and came back for crafts—stuff they really enjoyed." She smiles, clearly proud of how the day unfolded despite the rocky start."Tomorrow, I’m thinking of keeping breakfast simple. Maybe cereal," she says with a soft laugh, a hint of playfulness returning to her tone.

Her expression shifts, the lightness in her eyes dimming as she lets out a sigh..”

She goes on.

"But that doesn’t excuse what happened this morning. I messed up. I started a damn fire and put the girls’ lives in danger. Ms. M wasn’t happy, and I get it. I know you both took a chance on me since I don’t have much experience, and I’d understand if you decided this wasn’t working out."

She finishes, her voice barely above a whisper as she turns her eyes to mine, waiting for my response. I can tell she’s bracing herself for whatever comes next, fully expecting the worst.

I pause, letting her words sink in, taking a moment to process everything she’s just told me. She’s clearly passionate, despite the rough start, and that kind of dedication isn’t easy to come by.

Finally, I ask, “What do you have planned for tomorrow?”

“Well,” she begins, almost hesitantly, “I actually wanted to talk to you about that. I noticed the house is lacking Christmas cheer, and I was wondering if we could do a little decorating—assuming that’s okay with you, of course.”

I lift a brow, then wait for her to continue.

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