I could swear my fingers still held the warmth of his face.
I had gone back to Giulia’s room with the excuse of checking if she was covered, but the truth was I just needed to breathe. The air in the kitchen had become too dense. Too warm. Unlivable.
It wasn’t a kiss. It wasn’t.
But my body didn’t seem to understand that.
That closeness… the way Miguel’s eyes had lingered on mine, as if he could see past my walls… it ran through me like an electric current. For one second, I wished he hadn’t pulled away. For another, I was grateful he had.
I couldn’t confuse things.
Not now.
Giulia was sleeping with the bear pressed to her chest, her little fingers tangled in her own hair. The blanket had slipped to the side, and I gently pulled it back over her, taking the chance to press a soft ki
