“For you, possibly,” I grumble. I nonetheless have to consider the opposite two guys in her life which might be keen to go to warfare for this girl.

“Nobody will get previous me, I promise.”

I maintain onto the considered her endearing guarantees; those that she abides by. Guarantees are the inspiration of Donna Bianchi, making her the robust chief that she is. She doesn’t want to make use of brute power as a result of her phrase carries extra weight.

We lapse right into a tender silence. Identical to all of the instances earlier than, it’s snug. It has all the time been like this between us. I chalk it as much as the quantity of instances we’ve been in one another’s firm and he or she’s needed to accept my silence. It’s a cycle we run by way of each night time till she surrenders to her exhaustion. I don’t thoughts a lot. Right here, within the depths of this room, I get to see a brand new facet of Sera that I don’t suppose she has shared with the others but. It spreads a profound heat by way of me that I don’t need to lose.

“Do you ever want your life was completely different?” she whispers into the darkness.

The query reaches deeper than our traditional conversations, but it surely looks like one thing is bothering her, so I’ll chunk. “I’ve by no means actually considered it,” I mumble into her hair. “Do you?”

She takes a deep breath, her chest urgent in opposition to my facet whereas her fingers stroke idle circles over my pec. “Would it not make me a foul particular person if I mentioned no?”

My jaw feathers with all of the unstated phrases I want I may say. There’s a whole dictionary devoted to describing all the things about Serafina, however a foul particular person? She couldn’t even come near that. “You don’t have a foul bone in your physique, Principessa. You’re robust, cussed, defiant. However a foul particular person? No.”

Sera squeezes herself in opposition to me. I can already inform that my phrases imply one thing to her and when she lets out a little bit sigh, she melts a little bit additional into me.

“I missed you at this time,” she hums, breaking by way of my torrent of adoring ideas.

My coronary heart appears to beat quicker and heavier at these phrases. I’d wish to put it all the way down to the truth that I’m all the time by her facet, however the sincerity in her voice tells me it’s greater than that. I’ve missed her too. These nightly visits are what I sit up for probably the most. Since I haven’t been given the all clear but, I really feel like a unfastened finish, simply losing the day away.

“Dangerous day?” My arm instinctually wraps tighter round her. I’m not a stranger to the emotions which have developed between us over the previous couple of months. Even the final week has intensified how I’m feeling, and I would like nothing greater than to have the ability to take away no matter bothers Sera so she will be able to concentrate on extra necessary issues.

“Nothing I can’t deal with,” she replies with conviction, and I’ve little doubt that’s true. She will be able to deal with something that comes her approach; I’ve seen firsthand how robust and highly effective she is.

“Something you need to speak about?”

Sera shakes her head, her hair tickling my neck. “No, I simply needed to see you.”

“I didn’t understand my presence meant a lot to you,” I smirk into the darkness. Although she clearly can’t see my expression, she nonetheless slaps me playfully, lifting as much as brush her nostril with mine. It’s intoxicatingly intimate. One other push within the course the place boundaries begin to cross over into uncharted territory.

“It does,” she says firmly, her hand stroking my face. “You do.”

Part of me aches on the considered her being so shut, but nonetheless untouchable. One inch nearer and there could be nowhere for me to go.

Her breath skates over my face, the recent scent of mint making me all too conscious of my very own. However she doesn’t appear to thoughts. She leans in additional, a hiccup of air hanging between us. “It scares me, you recognize?”

“What does?” I frown, my very own insecurities making my voice gravelly.

“Being afraid to lose you, whenever you’re not even mine to lose.” Her fingertips dance alongside my jawline as her admission sinks in. We’re toeing the high-quality line of employer and worker, and although her father gave me strict directions to maintain his daughter protected, I can’t discover it in me to care that this isn’t what he was referring to.

Pushing my fingers by way of her hair, I let her settle her weight on me. “I’m not going anyplace, Principessa.”

The thread of rigidity that has been constructing ever since we met appears to snap. It’s gradual at first, the best way she kisses me; barely a brush throughout my lips but I really feel all of it the best way all the way down to my toes. The room appears to fall away from the subtlest of kisses. I really feel each fiber of my being responding to her proximity, to her contact. One brush isn’t sufficient, although, even when it seems like she’s testing the waters.

I’m achieved with stepping so near the sting of our boundaries, achieved with treading water within the hopes somebody may pull me again to security. I need to drown in Bianchi, identical to Marchese, identical to Fontana.

I seize the again of her neck, closing what little distance is between us. The house between us explodes as our lips slide in opposition to each other’s. Each inch of me reacts to her. My coronary heart retains lacking beats, my fingers tangle in her hair, determined for extra, however I can’t carry her shut sufficient.

A tender mewl escapes her as our tongues tangle. I don’t suppose I’ve ever gotten misplaced in a kiss fairly like this earlier than. All I can appear to concentrate on is that this kiss, the best way her lips transfer with mine, the best way her pores and skin feels beneath my contact. She’s the easy magnificence you crave so badly that whenever you lastly get it, there’s nothing to match it to.

Sera is the primary to tug away. I’m unsure if it’s remorse or disgrace that makes her do it. Her breath stutters as I stroke my thumb over her cheek. She doesn’t retreat, which I assume is an efficient signal, however there’s nonetheless the lingering sensation of doubt that I can’t shake.

“I by no means thanked you,” she whispers softly.

“For what?”

She reaches between us, her fingertips tracing the bandage over my abdomen. “For this. For saving me. I hate that you simply took a bullet—“

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