Castello

I let myself imagine someone else in Castello's place​, someone called Hollis.

As Castello lifted up his head, he touched my leg, sliding his fingers up the side of my calf, "now imagine what someone can do from this position," he said quietly.

The raspy tone of his voice felt like it was echoing through my bones. And when I looked down at him, I imagined another pair of eyes looking back at me. Castello's attention moved downward to the apex of my crossed legs.

"What are you doing?" A voice thundered from the doorway, and I jumped about three feet in the air.

​Hollis was glaring at us as I erupted from the chair. His arms were crossed, his fists clenched, and those wolf-like eyes were trained on me with so much anger.

"Hollis," I stammered, waltzing across the room and trying to remain as casual as I could. It's not like I was interested in Castello. I mean, he’s gorgeous, but I just met him and I don’t even know him.

​Castello turned to his cousin. "Your wife was curious,