12 • Polizia

◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆

"Does it still hurt?"

"I'm alright. Why d'you keep asking?"

"Just being proactive." I rested the back of my head on the pillow and checked the numbers on the nightstand clock.

A little after four in the morning. But like myself, my female companion didn't feel like sleeping in. Adreana dragged herself out of my arms and pinched my cheek. "Quit it."

"What?"

"You're being sweet. Stop. I might read too much into it."

Funny. I actually liked her sass. Her usual banter couldn't compete with my sexting game, but I appreciated her willingness to show vulnerability. "Am I?" I propped my weight on my elbows and watched her smirk disappear.

"Stop it. I honestly can't afford to fall in love with you." With her hand on my chest, she closed her eyes and looked ready for sleep, her warm thigh stuck between my legs.

"I have money."

Adreana giggled. "I don't care. You're not husband material."

That I wouldn't argue. But it was a subject we could discuss another time. "You wo