Craving My Mafia Obsession
I said, my voice filled with gratitude and affection.
Michal looked back at me with a slightly puzzled expression, his eyebrows arching inquisitively, clearly curious about the sudden expression of thanks.
Before he could say anything, I continued, eager to convey the depth of my gratitude. “Thank you for all of this,” I reiterated, gesturing vaguely to encompass the comforting ambiance around us.
“Thank you for taking my mind off of things, for being my sanctuary when the world seems overwhelming.”
I paused, squeezing his hand gently as I gathered my thoughts, wanting to make sure I conveyed everything I felt.
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