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– I hope you’re not going to undress again? – I threw a towel on the sink. Anger flashed in her eyes, and it gave me a strange satisfaction. He grabbed his chin. She tried to jerk her head away, but I squeezed harder, feeling the incomprehensible tension and heat become more palpable at the same time.

– Don’t touch me, – she hissed like a feral cat, and grabbed my wrist.

– Go to bed, – I said, opening my fingers.

It sounded rather ambiguous, and she seemed to understand it too, for she did not budge. And so she stood – slightly disheveled, pale, nervous.

– Go to bed, – he repeated clearly, looking into her eyes. I saw how her nostrils flared, how she pursed her lips, trying to control the desire to answer me. – Let’s! I took her by the elbow and pushed her towards the door.

Again he felt the heat emanating from her and loosened his grip a little. Hot Italian blood mixed with a shitty disposition – what a mixture! Although… what to expect from a girl who jumped out to get married in a city where marriage can be formalized not only in a few hours, but in a couple of minutes?!