Chapter Eleven: Andretti's Pov

Andretti Agnello sat in dimly lit office, sipping his glass of brandy, his mind wandered back to earlier in the day, to the moment that had been haunting him all day. He couldn't shake the memory of her lips touching his. He thought about the way her lips quivered as it drew closer to his, the way her hair fell in loose waves down her neck, he thought about the way his heart raced when she drew near, the way his palms grew sweaty with anticipation.

The brief moments the kiss lasted he felt like... like a spark ignited, a flame that threatened to consume his whole, her lips were as soft as silk. Andretti's hand instinctively rose to his lips, as if tracing the outline of hers, he would have had her there and then if he didn't draw back. He was a man who didn't draw back from anything, but he knows he is a dark soul, a troubled man, his life isn't something he wants to bring her into. He feared his potential to hurt those he loved, his affection for her would make him vulnerable and s