Amy’s POV

I walked on bare feet, my heels swinging from my fingers and my heart racing like it was on a track. His cologne clung to my perfume, mixing into it. I closed my eyes and I could see his face; then, when I opened them, I saw Antonio.

His shirt was mostly unbuttoned, his eyes glazed with worry, and his jaw taut. He powered down from the stairs and came to me, standing at the bottom of them. His eyes ran across my skin several times before he finally reached me.

"Antonio..."

Before I could say anything more than his name, his hand was on my wrist. Before...