Michaela’s POV.
I sit on my old bed. I run my hand over the quilt. Everything is the same. God above the room feels like a living shrine. But it is mine. I take in the posters on the wall of famous actors and boy bands. Yes, I had a serious crush on Chris Hemsworth and Henry Cavill. But who didn’t?
“Well, these need to go. The thought of you getting yourself off to people who aren’t us is not happening.” Gino says as he looks at the posters with veiled disgust and I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing out loud.
“I was a kid, and you have to admit they are both sexy fuckers.” I say, wiggling my eyebrows, and Gino looks at me with such heat in his gaze that I look away.
“No, she is right. They are both hot and you can’t deny that, Gino. Or did you forget I know your boyhood
