Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Aria’s POV

The world felt strange after that kiss. Like I was floating and drowning at the same time. My skin still tingled where Enzo’s lips had been, where Matteo’s hands had held me, where Dante’s touch had sent shivers up my arms. My heart was a mess -beating too fast, too loud, like it didn’t belong to me anymore.

I stepped back, needing air, needing space, but my legs felt wobbly, like they didn’t trust me anymore. My lips were tingling, and my hands–why were they shaking? I clenched them into fists, trying to steady myself.

Matteo watched me with those stormy eyes of his, like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. Enzo had that half- smirk on his face, the one that made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t understand. And Dante… Dante just looked at me like he already knew.

I swallowed hard. “I–I need to think.”

Matteo’s jaw clenched, but he nodded. Enzo’s smirk softened just a little. Dante tilted his head like he was studying something fragile.

Then I turned and bolted.

Not literally. I wasn’t running. Not exactly. But my feet carried me back into the house faster than I meant them to, up the stairs, into my room, and I slammed the door shut like I could lock away the way they made me feel.

I pressed my fingers to my lips, my breath uneven.

What was I doing? What was this?

I liked them. All of them. That much was obvious. But this? This was dangerous.

My heartbeat was too loud in the silence of my room. I flopped onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow, but the scent of them was still on me–Matteo’s warmth, Enzo’s teasing spice, Dante’s quiet intensity. It was everywhere. I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe if I just stayed here, curled up like this, my brain would start working again.

Except sleep didn’t come. I tossed and turned, my body restless, my mind running in circles. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I slipped out of bed, padding down the hallway in bare feet. Maybe a glass of water would help.

The kitchen was dim, quiet, except for the faint hum of the fridge. I stepped inside, reaching for a glass, when I froze.

Matteo was there. Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, like he’d been waiting for me.

My stomach flipped.

His gaze was sharp in the low light, like he could see straight through me. He didn’t say anything at first, just tilted his head slightly, like he was deciding something.

“Can’t sleep?” His voice was softer than usual, rougher too. Like he’d been thinking too much.

I shook my head, suddenly unable to find my words:”

He pushed off the counter, taking a slow step toward me. I could feel the heat of him, even from a few feet away.

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“Is it because of us?” he asked.

I swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”

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