Chapter 15: Grace

When I head downstairs to go for a run the next morning, Matteo is waiting for me in the lobby. I'm not going to lie, it kind of throws me off. Being around all the gorgeousness isn't easy. It takes some getting used to, and I'm not there yet. He makes me feel self-conscious and awkward in a way I've never experienced before. He has this way of watching me that sets my already frayed nerves on edge. I feel tongue-tied when we're together.

I don't think we've exchanged more than a handful of words.

And yet...

I can't say that I don't enjoy having him at my side. He may jack me up inside, but I like being around him. It doesn't make the least bit of sense.

What I find most amusing is the way women instantly perk up when they see him. I'm talking every female we pass on the street. It doesn't matter if they're pre-teens or middle aged, they all rubberneck. And the looks they shoot my way after getting an eyeful of him are hilarious.