Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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That's it, I feel them... those butterflies in my stomach. The same ones I feel every time this man dares to open his lips. That's why I've got to make sure he gets the message this time. I want him to know how right he is. He owns me. Because no matter how hard he presses my hand against his chest, I know he still has doubts. Fortunately, there are a few words I know in Italian.
So I lean in a little, despite Chacha's curious gaze, and move closer to my target's ear.
"Tuo!" (Here!) I whisper to her.
But as soon as my warm brimstone caresses his ear, Angel lets go of the wheel. It only takes a second, but the car nearly collides with the one in front. A gesture of panic that her mother soon notices.
She turns to us and catches me red-handed. Even though I'm half hidden by Angel's face, I can feel her gaze on me. As for her son, he's trying to regain control of the vehicle. Proof that Dom isn't as untouchable as he lets on.
He may stare at the road and avoid my gaze, but he can't control everything. Including that little smile on his lips. And it widens even more. Luckily for him, we finally arrive at a pharmacy. He doesn't hesitate for a second and stops.
"I'll be right back," he says on his way out.
He stays for a good ten minutes, but returns just before his mother asks me about our relationship. It's as if he's reading her mind. Yet she'd already started. "So, you and Angel..." But he got there in time. That's his thing: saving me.
I keep my hand on his heart the whole way, even when my eyelids start to feel heavy. Eventually, fatigue gets the better of me and I fall asleep. I've pushed my body to its limits tonight. With all that's happened and all the margaritas I've had, I'm surprised he didn't crack sooner.
When I open my eyes again, my feet no longer touch the ground and I panic a little. But I can barely get a sentence right.
"Wha..."
"Don't worry. Don't worry, I'm here, princess."
Angel carries me inside what must be a huge villa. It has to be! Otherwise there wouldn't be so many guards out front. I can only see the margins he's stepping over, but their golden color confirms my theory.
I clutch his shirt with all my might, but I feel myself slipping away. I have no strength left in my arms. I'm as drained as I've ever been at the screen. I was so busy doing everything to take my mind off things, to forget those soft lips roaming over my body, that I almost killed myself on the way.
Because I hate this hold this man has on my mind. He controls every part of my body, which obeys his every command, and now I can't even go a weekend without him. Of course, he's perfect! You're right, conscience. He is.
