Elena’s Point Of View

"Blame the eyes, Bambina. They just wouldn’t stay closed."

My face burned, my fingers curling into fists at my sides as I glared at him, my voice sharp with frustration. "You pervert!"

But he only smiled, that smirk, that dark, knowing look that made my stomach clench, like he hadn’t just watched me, like he hadn’t just seen me, like he hadn’t just ruined me all over again with nothing but a look. His laughter was low, rich, sending a shiver down my spine ...