ANDREA
I storm into Stefano's apartment in California, my blood boiling with rage over his abrupt leave from Mexico. I can't believe him. Was kissing me really that terrible? And worse, after making all those promises about keeping me safe, he just up and left without a word. Fury consumes me because I know he feels the same way I do. My attraction to him is no longer one-sided, so why is he holding back?
"Stefano!" I bark, making my way to the kitchen. I had considered checking the bedroom first, but the sound of movement drew me to the kitchen instead.
As I enter, I notice a figure standing in front of the fridge. Drawing closer, I realize it's Stefano, his hand reaching for a bottle of water.
"Stefano!" I yell again, demanding his attention. He slams the fridge door shut, instinctiv
