*Caterina*

The elevator doors opened to our penthouse, but somehow Elio had managed to get my dress off me in the few seconds it took to travel from the roof. Elio held me up with my legs wrapped around his waist, our lips locked in a kiss that I wished would never stop.

Still keeping his mouth on mine, Elio kicked my dress into the apartment and quickly stepped out, his hands firmly gripping my thighs so that I wouldn’t fall. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. ...