SIXTY-FIVE.

His brows knit together, “to keep my bed warm?” He mutters, rubbing the pad of his thumb along my cheekbone.

I swallow thickly as I gaze into his clear blue eyes and lose myself in the depths of their beauty.

“Mmmhmm.”

A ghostly smirk curls on the corner of his mouth, “that’s not what I have planned for you, amore mio.”

I sighed with relief as I start to feel tired all of a sudden. “You know, I’m pretty disappointed that you tore my thong into pieces.”

I watch him throw the cloth into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room, running his fingers through his hair.

“I’ll replace them. Though, it would save me a lot of money if you just skip wearing underwear altogether.” He places his arms on either side of my body, caging me in his embrace, and he winks at me.

I snort, “It would save you money if you had a little self-restraint and stopped tearing them flush from my body like a hormonal schoolboy.”

“I. Was. In. Control.” He states smugly, “are you proud of me?” Leanin