Alessandro Moretti Lucchese. A taciturn man. Difficult to grasp.
With frozen grey eyes that melt Alina's soul; he is her weakness.
When Alina was adopted by his parents, he showed nothing but indifference toward her.
He refused to be her brother, but she was okay to be his sister, and when things got into a serious turn, he found his seduction.
And when the tests of life devastated them, would they be able to forgive? Would they be able to forget?
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I was just bathing." My heart raced in rhythmical thrash at the intensity of his stare. His jaw clenched, making me swallow quietly. He looked angry.
His frozen grey eyes scrutinized me. I would have mistaken the conspicuous emotion for lust but- I sucked in a breath through my mouth when the realization hit me like a dumper truck- I was freaking naked in front of him! I felt all the blood in my body rush north centering on my cheeks, making my skin florid.
Flustered, I quickly covered my nakedness with my hands, hoping I had concealed what had to be concealed. One went to cover my lower region and one clasped around my globes. I groaned in frustration. So much for covering with my hands, my breasts still spilled out. God, just kill me.
Feeling mortified, I didn't know where to cast my eyes as embarrassment overwhelmed me, thus, shutting my eyes close was a good flight while I felt the water on my body commence to a feverish cold.
"Alessandro..." Came out my breathless voice.
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