Leone went through his emails and texts for the last hour or so, working… Or trying to. He read the same email ten times in a row and still had no fucking idea what was it about. So, he gave up. His mind was somewhere else… His eyes were gazing at Norah who was sound asleep.
‘Leo… Please, hold me… I’m so exhausted… and alone.’
Finally, Norah said his name… And the way she said it… So sweetly, almost like a whisper. She looked so fragile, so innocent…
‘Oh, Leo…’
He sat in the armchair of the hotel room, his legs stretched out on a chair, wearing nothing but his pants, thinking of what was said and done before she fell asleep.
They were on the yacht, away from everybody, when a horrific storm started. After their mind-blowing kiss, Leone allowed her to cry and release some of the tension she had been accumulating during that day.
While holding and soothing Norah, the rain started pouring down on them quite violently
