Sienna I stood there, my breath coming in short, uneven hitches, while Marcello simply stepped back a pace. He didn’t leave. He stood there, towering over me, his bare-chested frame dominating the space as he watched me with those dark, unreadable eyes.The silence between us was suffocating. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, carrying that intoxicating scent of cedarwood that had now permanently branded itself into my senses.Needing to scrub the evidence of last night off my skin, I forced my trembling hands down to the hem of the oversized polo shirt. I hooked my fingers under the bottom edge, pulling it up slightly, wanting nothing more than to yank the shirt over my head, throw myself under a stream of scalding water, and pretend my body hadn’t betrayed me in the dark.But as the hem cleared my waist, I stopped.My knuckles locked. The reality of my nakedness, and the fact that he was still standing there watching me, hit me in a violent wave of self-consciousness.
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