34. A molester

Vincenzo's POV

"Here," she said, resting her hand against her right bosom.

At that moment, my breath hitched in my throat, a mix of surprise and trepidation flooding my senses.

I am sure she is talking about her heart, which must be hurting but she has placed my hand in the wrong place because of the effect of the drug.

My thoughts were already running wild and she made it even more difficult by pressing my palm against her right breast and closing her eyes.

After a brief moment, her captivating honey-brown eyes fluttered open, revealing a pain I had never witnessed before. My throat tightened, a mixture of concern and helplessness gripping me tightly.

"No, not here," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

She guided my other hand to her left breast, where I could feel her heart racing beneath my touch. It thumped rapidly, echoing the intensity of her emotions.

"Here, it hurts here," she emphasized, her gaze fixated on mine.

I found myself short of words