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He shook his head at me when I used a baby voice with Storm, or when I talked to him like he understood me.
It was nice to see him loosen up a bit. Even if it was only when it was him and Storm around to see it.
I forced myself away from the window, wandering through the apartment that I’d started to become pretty fond of. And not just because it came with a live-in maid and food delivery guy.
It just felt cozy.
Homey.
More like home than any I’d been inside in years. Not since, I guess, my childhood home.
But I really needed to get out. Even just to take a walk to the corner store or something. Just some fresh air. I was feeling restless.
I never expected for him to ask me out to dinner.
I tried to tell myself it wasn’t a date.
But it was hard to believe otherwise when he was suddenly buying me a pretty gray-blue dress that almost perfectly matched my eyes. And being willing to put on a suit himself.
It felt date-like.
Sure, it had been a dog’s age since I’d actually been on a proper date. But it fit all the parameters for one.
So was my heart all pitter-pattery as I snuck away to the bathroom to fuss with my hair and get the rest of the way ready?
Yep.
I wanted to get the bandages on before finishing my makeup, then sliding into the dress, and doing a big reveal.
Until I realized that wrapping your ribs with a casted hand was not really possible, no matter how many times I tried.
I could have slipped my pants back on before I called him. But some part of me felt too excited at the idea of him coming in with me wearing next to nothing, having his hands on me while he wrapped me up.
So I just draped an arm around my boobs, then watched as he came in.
I’d tried to imagine him in a suit.
Clearly, though, my imagination wasn’t as good as I thought. Because the reality knocked any fantasies I had right out of the park.
Because Silvano Costa?
He cleaned up nice.
Really nice, in fact.
Even more surprising was the fact that the man hadn’t just clearly bought a suit off of a rack and thrown it on. This all-black ensemble had clearly been tailored to fit just him.
The effect was worth whatever he’d paid for the luxury.
He smelled good, too. Like he’d just put on some more of that cologne I liked so much.
The man had even put on a fancy watch and cufflinks.
He looked insanely hot.
And the bathroom suddenly felt minuscule as he moved into it, sucking up all the air, then sliding his fingers against my skin.
I didn’t even try to pretend the sensations weren’t impacting me. Didn’t try to pretend like I shivered because I was cold, or that I sucked in my breath because something hurt.
