As I make my way down the stairs, the weight of the reality of my pregnancy still heavy on my mind, I hope that a glass of juice might help clear my thoughts. But as I step into the kitchen, I'm met with an unexpected sight.
Antonio, stands before the fridge, shirtless and seemingly oblivious to my presence. His chiseled physique illuminated by the light from the fridge catches me off guard, and I can't help but feel a rush of embarrassment at the sight.
I'm so caught up in looking at his exposed chest that I don't notice that he is looking at me.
“Take a picture it will last longer piccolo topo”, he said startling me from my daze.
“Take a picture it will last longer”, I mock “Who wants a picture of you”, I roll my eyes and say.
He chuckles before taking a drink from his glass " Can't
