Riley POV The flight back feels shorter than the one that took us to the island.Or maybe it just feels that way because of how sore I am from all the places and positions Lorenzo had fucking worshipped my body in.He holds me at night, or more like early morning after we are done, the whole time, his fingers are brushing my hair. I want this, call me fucking selfish. But I want the island to be our entire world. To just exist with him, no responsibilities or pressures. Just us. But it is nothing more than a dream.Now we’re going back.Back to his world that is now in a sick way my own world. Back to responsibilities, danger, and decisions that don’t leave room for feelings, romantic or not.I sit by the window, watching clouds stretch endlessly beneath us. Lorenzo is across from me, reviewing something on his laptop, his expression already morphing into a version of himself I don’t like. The cold, ruthless mafia don.But every now and then, his eyes lift to me.Just for a
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