Alice
I was crazy.
Off my rocker, totally certifiable crazy, yet I didn’t regret telling him yes. How could I when he looked like I had made his whole life better just by agreeing. And part of me craved his happiness.
“We are going to have to get going soon baby” he pulled me tighter against his front, the song wasn’t slow and other couples were dancing animatedly but not us. He held me against his body as if the song was the most epic of love ballads and I wasn’t about to complain.
I loved being in his arms. I loved going to sleep in his arms and waking up next to him every morning.
I loved him.
The realisation hit me like a sledgehammer.
I loved Luca Moretti.
A man I barely knew and who might or might not be a killer. He hadn’t answered when I had asked if he was a made man.
