Mila's POV
I stood there looking intensely at Armando. I allowed my eyes to wander endlessly over his body, trailing from his eyes down to his toe, then back to his eyes.
Looking deeply into those eyes of his, I saw something had changed. I didn't know what, but I knew that wasn't the Armando I knew standing in front of me.
Swallowing hard, I took a step forward toward him and I asked
"Where the hell has you been," I asked, but he didn't respond. He just moved over to the window and looked out of it.
Armando, you can't just ignore my question, you have been gone for days and now you just show up, just like that, without any explanation.
What is going on with you," I yelled?
Then all of a sudden Armando turned towards me, taking a long stride, and before I knew it, he was standing so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face.
