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Nevertheless, the feather-light touch of his arm around my shoulders had burned itself into my skin. I simply couldn't forget the feeling he had evoked in me. Unknowingly. Because he had made it clear more than once how little he thought of us getting closer.
I bit my tongue to keep from snorting loudly at this thought. Sometimes I almost believed he was trying to get closer to me after all. Maybe he wasn't fully aware of it, but some of his gestures contradicted his harsh words.
Because I could no longer stand lying on my back, I turned onto my side and crossed my arms. Everything was spinning – and that was definitely because of the wine, not an unexpected earthquake.
That would probably still have been welcome if it had freed me from this strange situation. I had brought it on myself, but who could've expected it to becomesoweird?
The mattress moved slightly when Vincenzo also turned onto his side. As a matter of course, his arm slipped loosely over my waist. It took me a second to realize that there was no other place where he could have comfortably placed his arm.
I took a deep breath and squinted my eyes. This was worse than anything else I had experienced in this regard. This place between repulsion and attraction, where you didn't know exactly in which direction you were drawn and whether you would meet the other person there or find yourself in an embarrassing situation.
Culo. I would never find sleep this way. Alcohol was supposed to make it easier to close my eyes and drift off into the land of dreams.
Frustrated, I pinched them together instead of continuing to stare into the darkness. The weight of his arm on my body continued to irritate me. Something I wanted to pay him back only too gladly.
Possibly it was the wine or because I hadn't done enough daring yet, but I slid backward a few inches in his direction until I could press my butt against his hip.
Vincenzo should taste a taste of his own medicine. Maybe then he would realize how unfair it was to get closer to me but also keep me at a distance.
"Are you going to tell me what this is about?" he growled into my ear.
Goosebumps shot over my body, closely followed by a pleasant shiver. I sent a silent prayer to heaven.
I released my crossed arms to grab his wrist and lift it. His arm was still wrapped around my waist, though a bit more stiffly than before.
"I'm just adjusting," I replied, a slight tremor in my voice. Where the hell did that come from?
I didn't want him to make fun of me because a little physical closeness threw me off, but I wanted to understand what he was doing with this constant back and forth.
My body simply reacted to him. I could not deny that.
"You're adjusting," he repeated. I didn't recognize the undertone in his voice, but I did recognize the irony in my statement.
My ass nestled perfectly against his loins. So well that I could feel details that I had never thought about before.
How would he react if I increased the pressure? Moved my hips slightly? Would he push me off the bed?
But it was worth the risk if I put him on the spot. Wasn't it?
Amused at my own train of thought, I rubbed my hips against him. Barely noticeable.
Nevertheless, I felt his body stiffen. Suddenly his arm was no longer loosely around me. His fingers tightly enclosed the fabric of my top.
"Amedea," he said warningly.
I couldn't help but giggle. Why didn't he fight back if he thought it was so bad?
"What, you want me to do it differently? Would you like it better then?" I asked provocatively, pausing in my movement and pressing my ass against him.
Did it cost him a lot of self-control not to get hard? Or had he really managed to kill all sensations that reacted to stimuli like this in recent years?
This man was a fucking riddle.
"You're notsupposed to doanything!"
"But I like it," I returned defensively. Did he really want to play the killjoy?
"Not to me," he grumbled.
