Third pov
The ambiguous air intensifies as they hold eye contact.
Each finds their selves lost In the others eyes.
Araya
Could swear she does not know who made the first move but within seconds they were so close that even a thread cannot pass through them.
With his strong big hands wrapped around her waist and her small dainty arms wrapped around his neck, she stares up at him.
Their eyes spoke volumes of what they feel for each other and the sound of their breathing is the only audible sound to be heard.
Araya stares at him properly and at that moment, she feels a pang of jealousy at his perfect and clear skin, so perfect she found her hand subconsciously moving and resting on his cheeks, so tenderly he closes his eyes for a brief second.
"What have you done to me" Vincenzo whispers while still starring at her.
