Sophie The dinner I'd looked forward to now felt like torture. The air felt suffocating. The hairs on my body stood and I was hyperaware of everything —the clink of cutlery, the sound of everyone's voices, especially Antonio's. I couldn't believe what I'd gotten myself into. Vanessa, oblivious to my discomfort, glowed with pride. “So tell us, Antonio how well did you enjoy Italy? Did you meet anyone special there?”He looked up and our gazes met. I reflexively looked away, keeping my eyes on my plate. "Italy was good. And no, I didn't meet anyone special there." he answered smoothly, confidently. His voice was deeper than I remembered. "As a matter of fact, I have met someone special here..." He mumbled. My head snapped up and I caught him staring again. His gaze flicked to my lips now, then lower—brief, deliberate—before returning to my eyes. Desire simmered there, dark and unapologetic, mixed with something sharper: recognition."Oh really? But you just arrived" Vanessa chir
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