Alessandro laid on his side, throwing one arm over me. He kissed me softly on the cheek.

"Holy shit," he panted, trying to regain his breath.

"I agree." I chuckled, still dragging in heaving breaths of my own.

I was a little surprised at how he wanted to cuddle. I never failed to be amazed by his sweet nature. Maybe I was wrong about the mafia thing. I sidled closer to him, wanting to feel his skin on mine.

His skin was warm against the cold office ...