" It looks like we’re stuck here for a while,” Cass said, trying not to let her eyes wander down to Falco’s chest. His damp chemise was clinging to his body. The drizzle became a deluge, rain pounding the stone street so hard, it drowned out Falco’s response.
Cass leaned in close. “What?”
“I said I know someplace nearby we can go. Until the rain stops.” Falco’s lips were so close to her ear that she felt a puff of warm air with each p he spoke.
Cass trembled slightly. She told herself it was from the weather, but she turned to face Falco even though it meant putting the right side of her dress out into the storm. His expression was neutral, but his eyes smiled at her.
“What sort of place?”
“Tommaso’s studio. It’s just a couple of streets over.”
Cass watched the rain come down in sheets. “Tommaso?”
“Vecellio. He’s my master.”
Cass sucked in a deep breath. Tommaso Vecellio was descended from the same bloodlines as Titian, one of the most famous Venetian artists of all time. Titian had died before Cass was born, but his influence lingered in churches and private homes all across Venice. “You apprentice with Vecellio? How come you never told me?”
Falco slicked his wet hair back from his face. “You never asked. "

― Fiona Paul , Venom (Secrets of the Eternal Rose, #1)