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Quickly crossing the space, I close the door and slide the lock before dropping my back against the old weathered looking wood.
I’m pretty sure my heart has not beat properly since the second we stepped into this tiny space and I’m already wondering how in the hell I’m going to be able to exist with Kane in such close proximity for the next four weeks.
I have a feeling I may have bitten off way more than I can chew.
Spotting my cell phone on the edge of the bed where I dropped it, I remember I need to let my dad know we landed safely. Using the reminder to distract myself, I quickly type out a text and head for the shower.
I take way longer than I should, making sure my apple butter scented body wash touches every single inch of my body at least twice. As if I can somehow wash off the effect Kane seems to be having over it.
When I exit several minutes later, I hear Kane on the phone in the other room, only I can’t understand a word he’s saying. Walking to the door, I press my ear to the crack and listen closer, realizing that the reason I can’t understand him is because he isn’t speaking English.
Kane speaks Italian?
I wish the thought didn’t warm my cool skin but something about listening to the way the words roll from his mouth so beautifully, so sexy, makes him somehow even more attractive. I listen for several long seconds, taking deep breaths to try and steady my pounding heart, before I finally decide I can’t listen anymore.
As if I wasn’t already fighting off the urge to throw myself at him, now I’m just plain torturing myself.
I dress quickly, slipping on an off the shoulder pale yellow sundress that lands just above my knee. It’s one of those dresses that can be worn with just about anything and can be easily dressed up or down depending on how you accessorize. My mom always said it’s not about the outfit itself, but about how you accent it that makes all the difference.
And she would know. She always dressed so beautifully. Even when she was working around the house doing laundry or cleaning, she always looked stunning.
I keep my hair tied up in the towel while I use the long free standing mirror in the corner of the room to apply a little makeup. I keep it simple; a little eyeliner, some light mascara, and the tiniest blush to my cheeks to give me a little color. Having not spent that much time outside this summer, my skin is starting to lose the golden tan that I usually have pretty much year round.
Running a quick blow dry through my long hair, I leave it down, quite pleased with how the natural wave gives it some body. My hair is pretty hit or miss. Sometimes it looks amazing with just a quick brush, other times it takes me an hour with an iron to get it to do what I want. Thankfully today was not one of those days.
Deciding to spruce up my outfit a little, considering I have no idea where Kane is taking me, I partner the pale yellow dress with a long silver double chain and simple drop earrings, before sliding into my favorite silver sandals to finish off the look.
I’m still looking at my reflection in the mirror when a soft knock sounds against the door.
“Come in,” I say, the door opening seconds later.
Kane’s expression hardens as he catches sight of me in the mirror. His eyes darken as they trail up my body before finally meeting my gaze in the reflection. If I had any question that the attraction I feel for him was one-sided, it would now be gone. The look he’s giving me tells me something much different.
As if realizing his mistake, he looks away, turning to drop his phone on the bedside table.
“We’re going to need to get going soon if we want to have some daylight left,” he says, not looking in my direction.
“Okay. I’m finished.” I turn away from the mirror, grabbing my own cell phone before quickly stepping past him.
“Elara.” His voice stops me just as I reach the door. “You look beautiful.” His dark gaze meets mine and I swear that one look causes my entire world to tilt on its axis.
