(Vianna May and Diego) Chapter 42

He gave me a sharp stare, his displeasure written all over his face.

“Vi, can’t you just put that off for later?” he grumbled, lips pressed tight, face crumpled in frustration. “Come on, Vi!” he added, whining almost like a child.

I bit my lip, shook my head, and left him standing by the door as I slipped into the bathroom. This was my first time—I had to prepare. I didn’t want to be teased again, not after what he had said about sea squirts.

I took longer than usual. When I finally stepped out, wearing only a bathrobe, I froze. Diego had fallen asleep again.

I sighed deeply, staring at him. I wanted to smack him. Really? Sleeping on me again? I sat down at the edge of the bed, sulking, while I towel-dried my hair.

“I’ll get you back for this,” I whispered with a pout, though my eyes couldn’t leave his handsome face.

My irritation melted into a smile. I reached out and traced his features—his sharp nose, his lips, and then down to the strong line of his neck. “You really are so handso