Chapter 42: Grace

I don't tell Matteo about the ridiculous gossip Chloe has brought to my attention. I'm not trying to bury my head in the sand, but I think Chloe has watched The Godfather one too many times. Or maybe she's read too many mafia novels with far-fetched plotlines.

I've toyed with asking him the questions buzzing around in my brain, but I haven't seen much of Matteo since last weekend. I've been overloaded with coursework and volunteering. And Matteo isn't home during the day or evenings. His hands are full with the restaurants.

And Covet.

The only real time we spend together is when he slips into my bed around two in the morning. Waking up with him next to me is the best feeling in the world. And the way it feels when he's buried deep inside my body is even better. When we come together, the chemistry that flares to life between us is undeniable.