Silent Suspicion

“Serafina, listen to me,” Matteo said, his tone light but sincere. “Seriously, I’m not even mad at you. I mean—okay—maybe I’m a little upset that the two of you decided to do the deed while I was next door.”

I groaned, embarrassment washing over me all over again. He laughed, clearly trying to ease the tension.

But then he got all serious, "Serafina,” he said, nudging my arm lightly. “Look, I kind