Ameelia pov
"Guys seriously what the hell is up with you two?" I gritted out as we finally walk through customs at the airport. It's been a little over 3 weeks since we came to Italy and now I'm fully healed it's time to go home.
"What do you mean?" Jiro asked looking around. Over the last week the guys have been extremely over protective I can't even go to the bathroom without one of them standing outside the door and one or both are alway glued to my side. Don't get me started on the touching, no groping or anything it's like they have to keep touching me to make sure I'm really hear. I have noticed their hands linger longer than needs and it's driving my body crazy because they ain't touching me how I dream of night after night. Take now for example Jiro has his arm around my waist ho
