Chapter 28 Drunk And Sated
- Candela's p.o.v
- “It’s funny… seeing the almighty Mafia boss drunk as hell,” I teased, giggling softly.
- Salvatore shot me a look, his brow arching in silent challenge. His hair was slightly tousled, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off the veins running down his forearms and the hard definition of muscle beneath his shirt. God, he looked… edible.