Azalea

“Are you ready, honey?” Adriano asked as he walked into our bedroom. I turned around to face him, my breath catching in my throat.

He wore a perfectly fitted black suit that made his dark eyes look even more intense. His hair was styled back, and he looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.

“Are you done looking?” he teased, his lips curving into that knowing smile that always made my heart skip.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I quickly looked away. ...