~ Niamh ~
"You have something for me?" I scoffed, masking the spike of interest in my chest. "I don't need anything from you, Massimo."
"You don't have a choice on this," he said dismissively, his voice like cold velvet. "You need it."
"Oh yeah? And what's this gift you're bestowing upon my world?" I planted my hands on my hips, challenging him.
Massimo stared at me for a couple of seconds before slowly reaching into his pocket.
He took his time, prolonging the silence to build a tension that was thick enough to choke on.
It was working; my heart hammered against my ribs in anticipation.
He finally withdrew his hand, and I gasped. It was a phone. A freaking phone!
Oh God, finally.
"Is that mine?" I asked, trying my best to keep the desperate excitement out of my voice. I needed to be sure he wasn't just taunting me.
"Yes," he replied simply.
"But… why? I didn't ask you for one," I played tough, though I wanted to snatch it from his grip right then and there.
