Her lips parted in shock, her cheeks burning hotter. “You’re impossible!” she snapped, throwing a pillow at him.
He caught it easily, laughing as he tossed it aside. “And you, Seraphina… is mine. Whether you say it or not.”
“Shameless old man” she replied, rolling her eyes.
“So, shall I rip your jeans?” Vincenzo asked, his eyes glinting with mischief. He tugged playfully at the waistband of her denim, his lips curling into a smirk. “That way you can wear mine. "I’d like to see you in full glory, wrapped in my clothes… role-playing, of course.”
Seraphina’s jaw dropped. “Vincenzo, you evil man, I will kill you!” she scowled, her cheeks burning crimson.
“Oppps, baby…” he dragged out the word, feigning innocence while his grin grew wider. “Come on, take a chill pill. Just come here, will
