Page 33 of Her Overprotective Fiance

And when I look into his eyes...

Fuck.

I realize that he's always known this, and I don't know, dammit.

"You never saw me as a man."

I don't know what I should feel, knowing that he also knows the truth.

"But it's going to change now."

And before I realize what he's doing, he's already placed my hand on his chest.

Fuck!

I immediately try yanking my hand away, but his lips only curve even as his grip on my hand tightens.

"L-Let go—-"

"You feel it, don't you?"

"I don't know what the hell—-"

"The way you make my heart race."

Noooooooo.

I don't know why those words scare me, but it does.

I don't know why, but it terrifies me to death.

"Whatever you think you're doing," I hear myself snarl out, "it won't work!"

"Let me worry about that," he says softly.

"I will n-never see you as a man—-"

He presses my hand more closely to his chest, and my voice falters as I become inexplicably, foolishly, and agonizingly aware of what I'm touching.

This...

This is his skin.

His flesh.

It's Giancarlo's chest I'm touching, his chest that feels smooth, hard, and hot under my skin.

It'shimI'm touching.

And I don't understand why that matters, but it suddenly does.

"You understand now,dolcezza? How everything has started to change?"

He sounds so fucking self-assured that I just can't help it.

"Fuck you!"

But I regret it as soon as I say it.

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