"Matteo." My voice cracks as his name spills from my mouth.
He shoves past Dominic, taking the stairs two at a time. When he's close enough, Matteo yanks me toward him. I flinch as his arms wrap around me.
Hearing my hiss of pain, he loosens his grip. His fingers slip under my chin and tip my face toward his. "Sorry, bella. I didn't mean to be so rough." His lips brush over mine.
My breath comes out in shaky puffs. My heart drums against my ribcage. I thought I'd have more time before facing him. I'm nowhere near ready for a confrontation. I hope Dominic will give me the courtesy of telling Matteo what happened in private. The last thing I need is an audience. I already know that Matteo will be livid.
"It's okay," I whisper. "I'm okay." I just want to inhale his masculine scent and pretend that the last twenty-four hours never happened.
"Good. I was worried about you."
Although I want to run my hands over his face, I keep them to myself.