Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
she whispered, “Everything… feels funny. Like I could hug the world and still have room for you.”
I barked out a laugh, “You’re acting ridiculous.”
“Do you think stars ever gossip?” she asked suddenly, eyes sparkling, body leaning subtly toward me.
I blinked, then laughed, genuinely this time. “Stars gossip?”
“Yeah,” she said, lips curving wicked, “I bet they do. I bet they stare down at us and gossip. And when they look at you, they probably say... that one’s built like a fucking idiot.”
She leaned in, shoulder brushing mine, laughing. The sound vibrated through her chest, and the heat shot straight to my cock. My fingers twitched, aching to fist in her hair, to drag that smart little mouth