Page 9 of Sicilian Sunset


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But here I am, my world thoroughly rocked and moved off its axis in a millisecond.

Trapped by the gravity of his gaze, I am laid bare before him. It’s as if he can see deep into my soul, and all my secrets are exposed for his perusal.

Good thing I have no secrets… or do I? Nothing seems certain, yet everything is crystal clear.

How is this possible?

I don’t know how long we stare at each other. Probably no more than a few seconds, yet it feels like an eternity that I’m held locked by this stranger’s captivating eyes.

The background noise of cars and onlookers fades into nothing, and this vast universe is only made of two—him and me.

Heat rises in my cheeks. My ability for conscious thought seems ripped to shreds.

Swallowing hard, I drop my gaze, disrupting our powerful connection.

Air rushes back into my lungs, and the world around us comes back into focus.

What was that?

I run my hands through my hair and tuck the loose strands behind my ear. I look anywhere but at him.

His eyes are still on me—I can feel their intensity. It does nothing to help my frantically beating heart slow down.

A guy built like a brick house helps Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome up. He’s wearing an earpiece and is talking rapidly into his phone, scanning up and down the street, clearly on the lookout for more danger.

The gorgeous stranger looks down at me and reaches out his hand. The moment I take it, a jolt of electricity sears my body.

Seriously? More clichés?

I honestly thought the whole‘electricity shoots through me at his touch’was made up to sell books and not something that actually happens.

Apparently, I’m wrong about that.

And just to prove the point, my entire body erupts with goosebumps.

Cue the internal eye roll at myself.

Mr. Hottie, as Rhia would call him, gently pulls me up until I’m standing right in front of him. He’s tall… much taller up close than I expected.

I would need to lift my face if I wanted to look at him. I don’t though. His eyes are too penetrating, and his presence intimidating.

My breath catches in my throat and I quickly pull back my hand.

Still, his warmth and strength envelop me.

Damn, does he feel this too? Or am I the only one who’s thrown out of equilibrium?

Why is my body reacting like this? It never has before.

Desire pools in my abdomen, and I have to fight my body from leaning in closer. Why am I so drawn to him?

Jeez. Get a grip on yourself, Ella!

This has to be the adrenaline rushing through my veins… there’s no other explanation.

Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome places his hand on my lower back, guiding me towards the café, and even through my clothes his touch scorches my skin.

He ushers me into a private room. How are we allowed in here? Does he own this place? He doesn’t strike me as a café owner.

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