SIR, MATTEO

There was palpable tension in the rooftop as they both stared at each other with their gazes locked, as if they were the only people left in the world. Isabella was getting nervous and grasped the railing at her side, trembling from the chilly air that swept across them.

"Let's find out, shall we?" Matteo asked, and before she could process what he had just said, he cupped his palm by the side of her face and drew her close, making her step forward on tiptoe. Isabella took a whiff of his cologne, and it smelled so good. Isabella felt she was hallucinating. Feeling him this close to her exacerbates her timidity.