Page 11 of Did My Heart Love Till Now?

“Oh my God, okay.” Sofia mumbled then cleared her throat, forcing her words. “May I please speak?”

Joey's stare narrowed on her as he took a big swig from the bottle. “Oh, you want to talk?” His mouth fell agape as his gaze settled on mine. “She wants to talk!”

I sighed, “Joe—”

Lifting a finger, he cut me off. “You know I care about you but—”

“My father cannot know!” While the original plan was to piss off the great Silvio D'Angelo, I could not go through with it.

“I would never tell him, though you know the law of the fam.” Joey shook his head, huffing as he rolled his eyes. "This could get me fucking killed. As much as I don't think this is okay, I'll keep my mouth closed."

Sofia took a small step away and turned to face me. “Um, I'm going to give you guys some time to talk.”

My lips twisted into a coy smirk. “What will you wear?”

“Jesus, man.” Joey muttered then chugged the rest of the beer.

“I’ll be right back.” Taking Sofia's delicate hand in mine, I pulled her out of the kitchen. I wanted to remove her from his presence as soon as possible. I was not quite convinced he was handling this as well as it seemed. For Joey, this was definitely well.

Utter disbelief stiffened on Joey's face as he watched us leave the room. “I’ll just be standing here...writing out my will...for when your dad finds out on his own and then realizes I knew about it!” The volume of his voice increased, echoing through the firehouse.

The moment we were out of view, I let go of her hand and pushed her into the hallway wall. Placing my hands on either side of her head, I leaned close to her lips. “You played with me in front of my best friend.”

Pinning her bottom lip between her teeth, she smiled. Pushing off the wall, I left her standing there. I walked into one of the smaller bedrooms. She trailed after me with quickness, closing the door behind her. I strode into the closet, digging through a drawer. Searching for something for her to wear, I finally found a baby-pink crop top and a pair of dark-grey leggings.

“Wear these.” I tossed the garments at her.

She peeled them off her chest, holding them up for inspection. Disgusted, she raised her eyebrows, sneering.

“Relax.” I snickered. “They belong to my little sister.”

“Your sister?” She rolled her eyes. “If you say so.”

“Yeah, Chiara sometimes hangs out here to get away from our parents.” Pressing my fingertips to my temples, I took a deep breath. “We both keep a lot of clothes here.” I took a step toward her, holding her arms. “Happy? Not a whore's clothes.”

She lowered her gaze. A hint of pale pink brushed her cheeks. “I just...I mean, I know it was just sex but it’s—”

“Weird if I give you the clothes of someone else I fucked, yes I know.”

She sighed. “I wasn't going to be that blunt, but yes.”

Chucking slightly, I fell back on the bed. My eyes focused on the ceiling waiting for her to get dressed. When she was finished, she sat down next to me. I rolled over on my side, facing her and propped on my elbow.

“I had a great time last night.” She smiled, resting her hand on my arm, dragging her fingernails in a light circle. “I’ve never actually hooked up with a guy like that, but I guess I kinda know you, if that makes any sense.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek, nodding. “I had fun.” I took her hand in mine.

We gazed into each other's eyes and did not speak. I had never connected with anyone like I did with her. Though I had many one-night stands, I never gave a shit about what happened to them the following day. Sofia and I may have been strangers, but we had known of one another for years. In many ways, I felt like I really knew her. Being drawn to someone you have no business being involved with never goes well.

Reaching up, I slithered my fingers through her hair then pulled her face down to mine, placing a kiss on her lips. I rolled over onto my back and she crawled on top of me, straddling my waist as our tongues danced passionately in each other's mouths. She began to grind her mound on my lap. A soft moan sneaked out of her mouth. I grabbed her hips, holding her in place.

“Baby, stop.” I could not believe two things. Number one, that I apparently started calling her a pet name. Number two, that I just told a girl to stop rubbing on me.

Her eyes slowly opened. She gazed down into mine. Fuck! I wanted to see her again. I pushed her off me gently, exhaling. I slid to the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands.

“What's wrong?” She slid over, caressing my thigh.

I plucked her hand off my leg. “Please go.”

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