"I figured you were here, Antonio. You have barely even visited me." his mother said and smiled, stepping into the bedroom. Just looking at her stride gave her an aura of confidence, and it intimidated me as a woman. She may be older, but she was gorgeous, with a slim figure and a fancy dress that only enhanced her figure.
Antonio shifted on the bed, but I wasn't sure why. Was he embarrassed of being so close to me while his mother was here? Yeah, that's probably it. Because I also felt awkward when she stared at us like we were the most common thing in the world.
When clearly we're not.
"Forgive me mother, but I was worried about Elena." Antonio said and grabbed my hands, pulling them down from his face but still holding them tightly. It made my heart clench, in a good way.
