“How do you feel about pink?” I breathed. One of his hands slid to my waist, searing my skin through the pink scalloped dress I wore. “Never thought about it before,” he drawled, “but I think I like it.” Warmth ran to my cheeks. “Good,” I supplied. “Because you’ll be wearing a pink tie.” He let out a breath of amusement. “I don’t mind, but it will probably annoy Luca.
I love Nico
