Chapter 18: Don Castellano's mystery woman

Aria:

Don't think about it. Don't think about any of it.

I pressed my hands over my burning face, willing my heart to slow down, willing my brain to stop replaying the way he'd looked at me when he'd opened his eyes.

And the way he'd inhaled—slow and deliberate, like he was savoring me.

*Fre...

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