It had been ages since the last time Simone went to William’s place.
The atmosphere between them was charged with s****l tension, and the air was heavy with the questions neither one of them was willing to ask right then.
Soon, William was busy at the stove, making what he knew best, pasta. Tagliatelles were Simone’s favorite, but the busier he got, the more she was becoming hungry for something other than pasta. Her carnal desires had her in a choke hold, and she almost found it difficult to breathe properly.
“I shouldn’t have allowed Alicia so many liberties,” he told her after a moment, as if he thought that Simone’s silence was because of her sour mood. “I know it’s childish, but your small subtle reactions are so endearing, and I just couldn’t help myself from wanting to see more.
