Marcello

I lean close to her face. She must have sensed the shift in my thoughts because her lips parted on a swift intake of breath. Her gaze darts to my mouth and for a crazy moment I wonder if she is thinking about what it would be like to kiss me. Madonna, I want that. I want to taste her, to feel her lips on mine. Drink her sighs and swallow her whimpers. I want to inhale her scent.

Disgusted with myself, I stand upright.

"If you don't want to tell me then I am leaving. Remember that if you don't communicate, I will keep assuming that you are...