Tabitha’s POV
The room felt warmer, the air between us thick with anticipation. Fabrizio’s presence was overwhelming in the best possible way—every glance, every touch sending a wave of heat through me that I couldn’t ignore. My heart raced in my chest, and I could feel the tension simmering just beneath the surface, ready to break.
Fabrizio’s hands rested on my hips, his fingers digging slightly into my skin, grounding me as the moment stretched on. I was aware of every inch of space between us, and yet, I couldn’t help but crave more. I wanted him closer, needed him to fill the gap between us, to take what we both knew was coming.
Slowly, his hands moved lower, sliding beneath the edge of my underwear. His touch was careful, deliberate, as if he was waiting for any sign of hesitation
