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Chapter 64
Emiliana
Giovanni froze. I froze. Time froze.
His face contorted in shock as he realised his mistake. His entire body peeled away from me to expose his taut muscles and my eyes followed the soft curves.
It was only a few seconds but those seconds were enough for me to see what he was attempting to hide from me.
That tattoo.
The black ink caught my eye before Giovanni could cover it with his shirt. I felt a wave of nausea reach the pit of my stomach before making its return journey to my mouth, instantly recognising what I saw.
Shock threw me into a spin. I scrambled haphazardly for my towel, clinging it around my exposed body, sud
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