CHAPTER 29
THE MORNING AFTER
CALLIE
“What the hell was that?” Matteo's voice slipped into my ears as I stared at the closed door. That was really strange.
“Something very strange. Who knows what's wrong with him,” Santiago said in his usual calm tone. I turned to Santiago and he bit his lips while staring at my bare skin.
“Get your minds out the gutter, Dela-cruz—”
“Huh… which?” Marco cut in, and I rolled my eyes, forgetting they both bore the same name.
“The perpetrator knows himself,” I smirked, holding his gaze. I yelped when he pulled me into him like I weighed nothing and planted kisses all over my face.
I giggled as I inhaled the scent that filled my nostrils. The room still smelled like them—like cedar, warm spice, and the faintest trace of Marco’s cologne clinging to t
