Intertwined のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 43

RenzoThe sound of the FaceTime ringtone sliced through the lazy, honey-colored quiet of the afternoon.That obnoxious iPhone trill didn’t belong here, didn’t belong to us, not when I had Violette exactly where I wanted her.She tastes like chocolate and stubbornness, both my favorite addictions. She tries to pull her lips free, probably to answer the phone, but come on—like I’m going to let that happen. I capture her laughter with another kiss, diving deeper, slipping my tongue past her lips just to hear that muffled little squeal she gives when she pretends to resist.She bites my tongue with absolutely zero force. I grin into her mouth; she’s laughing, I’m definitely winning.The damn ringtone keeps chiming like an unwelcome referee. My hand anchors against the small of her back, dragging her closer even as she wriggles, half-annoyed, half-amused. I have no shame; sue me for being obsessed.We’d been in bed all day. Literally. Bed. Day. Done. Kissing, laughing, half-heartedly watch

RenzoThe penthouse is unsettlingly quiet when I walk in, the kind of quiet that makes me briefly wonder if I’ve stepped into the wrong place. All the lights are off, not even the soft glow of the hallway sconces greeting me. New York hums beneath us, horns, a siren in the distance, the muted chaos of the city that never goes to bed, but up here, on the top floor, it feels like I’ve entered another world.I loosen the noose around my neck—otherwise known as my tie, and sling it over the arm of a chair by the foyer. It's been one hell of a day at work, finalizing details for the Manhattan project before we head back to Chicago tomorrow. The kind of day where numbers blur into each other and my phone never stops buzzing. And truth? I barely registered any of it. Because all I could think about, obsess over, really was getting back here, to her. Back to Violette.If I hadn’t forced myself to go handle this last bit of business, I already know what I’d be doing: booking a return flight he