*Olivia*

A sense of dread built in my stomach as I watched Giovani’s face turn cold. Anger burned in his eyes as he scrambled for the clothes he’d discarded on the floor.

“Giovani?” I asked, hesitantly as he pulled on his pants and buckled them in a hurry–like someone was chasing him in a horror movie. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer me. In fact, I wasn’t sure he even heard me as he pulled on his shirt, not even bothering to ...