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“I said a party’s fine, Daniella,” he repeats, his tone clipped.
My eyes meet his. “Are you sure? Because if you don’t want to have a party, I’m fine without it.”
Christian raises an eyebrow. “Do you want to have the party?”
“Yes.”
“Then we’re having the party,” he states. “But you’re in charge, not Toph.”
“Harsh,fratello,” his brother says with a pout.
“Mom’s coming back in a few weeks,” Christian announces moments later.
Christopher grins. “She finally got tired of Venice? I miss that old woman.”
“That would make one of you. She’s always in my shit,” Christian grumbles.
“That’s how she shows she cares.”
Christian’s lips curl into a smile. “You’re such a mama’s boy.”
“If I’m a mama’s boy, I guess that makes you a papa’s boy, then,” Topher drawls.
As soon as he says it, I wish he hadn’t. Topher might not notice it, but the smallest hint of tension crawls into Christian’s posture. Topher got lucky—by being a mama’s boy, he was able to escape. Being a papa’s boy probably led to Christian losing parts of his soul he’ll never get back.
He gets to his feet, “I’ll see you later,tesoro.”
I nod, watching him leave with a sigh. Topher turns to me.
“What’s a guy got to do to receive acknowledgment in here?”
His words make me smile. “Be less of an annoying little brother?” I suggest.
He rolls his eyes before continuing with his breakfast. Christian’s on my mind for the longest time after that. It’s become a problem. He’s like a virus I can’t shake, crawling through the edges of my brain.
When he returns home later that night, I’m on the stairs waiting for him. But this time, I’m not asleep.
“It’s after midnight, Daniella,” he comments, noting my position.
I couldn’t sleep. Every time I tried to close my eyes, a restlessness played beneath my skin.
“I really hate unresolved conversations,” I tell him. “It eats at me.”
“What conversation is unresolved?” he asks curiously.
I stare straight into his eyes, my heartbeat shaking. He stands in front of me, a formidable shadow cloaked in black. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be his enemy. The word “unpleasant” flickers in my mind, but I know it wouldn’t be so easy.
“You kissed me,” I state.
“Because you asked me to,” he drawls. “What is it,tesoro? Thinking about it often?”
My cheeks heat up and I shake my head. Christian’s dark gaze runs down to my bare thighs and suddenly the air between us is charged with a tingling of heat. I get to my feet, letting the large T-shirt I’m wearing fall over my shorts.
“You wish I was,” I retort.
He gives me a dry look. “Nice, Evans. That was real mature.”
“What do you want me to say?”
