*Olivia*
I rose from my seat on Dahlia’s bed and put my hand in Gio’s. A brilliant smile broke over his face like the sun coming up over the horizon, and I couldn’t help but meet it with one of my own. When he smiled like that, I remembered how much I loved him, how much I wanted to be the one to make him smile. He might have been difficult sometimes, too caught up in mafia business and stubborn, but I would give almost anything to see that smile.
Dahlia giggled, and Gio’s gaze shot away from my face.
“Perhaps we should go to our room, carina,” he said.
I nodded. We had a lot of stuff to figure out before I’d be happy to sleep in there with him again, but I actually wanted to do the figuring.
