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Elizabeth POV "Elizabeth!" Elizabeth quickened her pace, her heart racing. Everything had been so perfect, so unbelievably hot—and then...she couldn't get it out of her head. She finally made it to her room and slammed the door—only for it to open right after, revealing a very puzzled and frustrated Matteo. "Elizabeth, tell me what’s wrong," he sighed. “Nothing, I just, I—I have to, uh...iron my clothes for tomorrow,” she stammered, grasping at straws. “Elizabeth.” Matteo reached for her arm, stopping her from pacing around in a panic. “Did I do something? Was it the, uh, commanding?” he asked, eyes scanning her face for an answer. "It wasn't that. That was... actually kind of... really hot." she admitted, cheeks flushing at her own confession. As if that was the problem... if anyth