𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞
𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼 takes on his role as his sister's right hand man and he'll do any mi...
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What am I doing?
Why am I doing it?
I don't know the answer to either question.
All I know is that I like the feeling of Desiree this close to me. Her in my arms. Kissing her.
I don't know how to explain it.
It feels . . . right.
We soon pull away at the same time.
We're both breathing heavily. We can see each other's chests rise with every breath. Not to mention we're still looking at each other.
The music from her phone is no longer playing. Either it turned off automatically or her phone died because I strictly remember seeing a playlist.
I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out when I hear someone clear their throat.
Loudly.
I know who it is but I pay no attention to it.
Desiree, on the other hand, pulls away after seeing who it is. "Grand-père," she mumbles. Desiree takes another step back and runs her hands through her hair.
"How's it going you two?" Andre asks.
"Good," me and Desiree respond at the same time.
"Yeah?"
We nod.
"So nothing is going on here?"
"No," Desiree says while I keep quiet.
Andre silently nods his head. "The meeting with my client ended a little early so . . ." He turns to the door to hide the growing smile on his face. "Anyway, are you going to be staying for dinner, Dominic?"
