The Mafia's Undercover Princess

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rsonal as a towel. The thought alone makes my skin itch. And since the only towel

oor, intending only to toss the towel t

ken her cl

fool. I hadn't meant to look. But the sight of her caught me off guard. The

managed to process was the soft curve of her back and the damp strands of her ha

should have closed the door

l I thought I had on her broke. She snatched the towel from my hand

her voice a mix of emb

. Different bodies, different energies. But something about hers pulled me in like a silent gravity. Her body wasn't perfect by conventional standards, but

eacting to her even aft

breath, almost to myself,

hat's the word

, with my gaze on her as I lay on the bed, one arm behind my head and

o get that on our way back home." I said to her when I felt she must be thinking of what to wear as she had

ring how I got to know

ase the last few minutes from my memory as I gestured toward

e it was her only protection. The droplets of water on her skin glistened under

tone laced with teasing. "You wouldn't want m

e if I was joking or scolding. Her brows furrowed adorab

y," she s

what I was

a nervous habit maybe-but it sent my thoughts spiraling.

d touched her cheek. My thumb traced the line of her jaw

against mine, and I

ries and something faintly flo

unning a hand through my hair, trying t

that's not cool. We should eat first. I need food. You probably

hange into something first," she said, avoiding my eyes. I guess thi

e she was trying to regain control. I backed away to give he

horts. She held them up, studying them with a skeptical look. Then she muttered under her breat

t expecting anything in there to fit her. Probably though

mid-thigh. It made the shorts disappear entirely. She stood in front of th

," she said, facing me. "This s

mark, but I caught myself.

n't a lie. There was something oddly endearing

ietly. The makeshift table was already set with t

row at me. "You're not going to pull out the

ly, sitting down across from her. "I don'

l my attitude annoyed her, even hurt her a little. But I could

ng her arms for a second b

food," I said, c

hesi

e in my home?" I asked

t answer

your appetite," I added. "That's j

moment passed. Her demeanor

she took the first spoonful. "Besides, how did you know

smirk rising on my

o pasta with shrimps and chicken. Guess I hit the mark as I beli

tween us. It wasn't awkward-it was thoughtful. She chewed slowly, glanci

ng so fast. I didn't blame her. A few hours ago, she was just a singer looking for a gig.

g about her I coul

to my chest that tugged every time she

, but at the same

those two thing