I wanted the ground to swallow me. Shoving Savio, I muttered. “You’re impossible.” He chuckled, kissing my ear. “That’s what you love about me, admit it.” Done. The word was only a thought, yet I might as well have said it. I tensed and Savio, too. He pulled back, suddenly not playful. “While your awkward attempt at young love is a sickeningly entertaining sight to behold, you’re distracting Kiara from making me breakfast, so how about you get a fucking grip?” Remo said from his spot at the kitchen table. Nevio giggled. Serafina gave both her men a stern look, which had no effect.
