146. Lorenzo
The bathroom was warm, filled with the scent of lavender and jasmine and carnations wafting in the air. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could compare to the warmth radiating from my Luna—the woman standing before me, her green eyes wide with anticipation, her lips trembling slightly as if she wasn’t sure what to say or do.
Athena.
My Athena.
My Luna.
She was breathtaking. The soft glow of candlelight highlighted her delicate features, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders like silk. She looked at me the way a woman in love would—with trust, with longing, with a hint of nervous excitement that made my chest tighten.
I stepped closer, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She shivered, her breath hitching, and I smiled.
"You are nervous, littl
