Chapter 17: I LOVE YOU LITTLE SQUIRREL

I was fuming with anger at Dylan, refusing to utter a word to him until noon, regardless of his relentless calls.

“Come on, little squirely, don’t do this... we have so many places to go,” he pleaded, his presence demanding attention, but his face transformed into that of a small, helpless puppy.

My anger held strong, preventing me from facing the people in the lobby, a deep sense of embarrassment washing over me.

He let out a deep, burdensome sigh, his breath heavy in the air. With ease, he scooped me up from the couch and carried me effortlessly to the bed, settling me on his lap. I struggled to break free from his strong grasp, gasping for air as his grip tightened. “Please, squirrel... talk to me,” he pleaded, his head resting on my shoulder, his warm breath tickling my neck. Memories of the previous embarrassing incident flooded my mind, causing me to blush. “You embarrass me in front of almost one third population of Rome. Who knows if others from different countries were in t