He propped an elbow on the pillows, angling his body towards Eve. The skirt of her ballgown laid under his legs. He shrugged off the jacket for additional comfort. A soft sigh escaped his lips. It seemed like his previous intentions would have to wait.
Before Gael could actually answer her, Giovanni flung his arms on their shoulders—one on each of them—stammering, "P-Please hit pause for now….fight later. I'm gonna be sick."