Chapter 42 A Wordless Confession

• The next morning, Vittoria stretched slowly between the tangled sheets, her body still wrapped in the gentle warmth lingering from the night before.
• Every muscle seemed to carry the memory of a deep, exhaustive surrender, yet light, as if she had finally rested in the only place she truly belonged.
• She kept her eyes closed for a few seconds, her face pressed into the pillow, as if trying to prolong that feeling—the touch of his skin, the slow kisses in the early hours.