💦Robe Falls Open💦I opened the door still tying the belt of my short silk robe, my hair loose and messy after a long day unpacking boxes. The cool evening breeze from the Cefalù coast slipped in."Hi… I’m Marco from next door," he said, holding up an empty measuring cup with a sheepish smile. "Sorry to bother you so late. Any chance you have some sugar? I’m in the middle of making a sauce and ran out."I froze for a second, taking him in. Marco was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark tousled hair, a stubbled jaw, and piercing green eyes that scanned me slowly. At 36, he carried that rugged Sicilian confidence, the kind that came from long days working the family olive groves. His simple white t-shirt stretched across his chest, and his jeans hung low on his hips.I smiled, suddenly very aware that my robe barely reached mid-thigh. "Sugar? Of course. Come in, I’m Sophia."He stepped inside my small apartment, the scent of his cologne, woodsy, warm, with a h
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