Alessia's feelings for Marco are like a tangled mess of emotions - a mix of confusion, curiosity, and maybe even a dash of attraction. She's still trying to wrap her head around the fact that Marco hasn't made any moves on her since that intense encounter in Paris. It's like he's been walking on eggshells around her, and Alessia's not sure if she's relieved or a little disappointed.
As she experiences these mixed emotions, Alessia starts to wonder if maybe Marco's change of heart is more than just a temporary truce. Maybe he's actually starting to see her as a person, not just some object of desire. The thought sends a flutter through her chest, and she's not sure how to process it.
"I'm done here, let's go to bed," Marco said, closing his laptop. His words broke the chain of thoughts swirling in Alessia's head, and she looked up at him, her eyes locking onto his.
The sudden shift in atmosphere was noticeable, and Alessia felt a flutter in her chest. She nodded slowly, her mind still reeling from the thoughts that had been racing through her head.
"Okay," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Marco stood up, his movements fluid and confident, and Alessia couldn't help but notice the way he towered over her. He offered her his hand, and Alessia took it, feeling a spark of electricity as their palms touched.
Marco's hand enveloped hers, sending a shiver down her spine. He led her to the bedroom, the soft glow of the lamps casting a warm ambiance. Alessia's heart beat faster, unsure of what the night held.
As they reached the bed, Marco turned to her, his eyes searching for something. "Sleep well, Alessia," he whispered, his voice low and gentle.
Alessia's response caught in her throat. Was he really just going to sleep? Or was there something more on his mind?
Alessia slipped into bed beside Marco, the silence between them a gentle hum. As they lay there, Marco's arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. Alessia's heart skipped a beat as she felt his warmth, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
In that moment, something shifted. Alessia's defenses softened, and she let herself lean into Marco's embrace. It was a small gesture, but it felt like a surrender.
As they drifted off to sleep, Alessia wondered what tomorrow would bring. Would Marco's behavior continue to surprise her? And what about her own feelings – would she continue to explore the flutter in her chest whenever Marco was near?
The darkness closed in, and Alessia's thoughts dissolved into the night, leaving her with only the gentle rhythm of Marco's heartbeat.
The next day, as Marco got dressed for work, Alessia approached him, her hand reaching out to adjust his tie. "This tie, it's... um, perfect," she said, her eyes looking up at him with a hint of a smile. "Can I use one of your cars today?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.
Marco raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her request. "You want to use one of my cars? Which one do you need?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face.
Alessia's hand lingered on his tie, her fingers brushing against his chest. "I want to go to the hospital to see my mom. It has been a while since I last visited her, and I need to take care of some things for her," she explained, her voice filled with concern.
Marco's expression softened, and he looked at Alessia with a mix of curiosity and affection. "Of course, take the Audi. The keys are on the hook by the door," he said, his voice gentle.
Alessia's face lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, Marco. And... um... can I use your black card to pay for her medical bill? Her hospital bills are already due for payment, and I don't have enough cash on me," she asked, her eyes looking up at him with a hint of uncertainty.
Marco smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You don't need to ask me for permission to use the card, Alessia. It's yours to use as you see fit. Take care of your mom, and don't worry about the expenses. If you need anything else, just let me know," he said, his voice filled with understanding.