Lily's POV.
Even though my face, my head, and my throat hurt like hell, I can't seem to stop thinking about the wonderful day that I shared with Alessio. Walking the old streets with him, and hearing the way that the people spoke about him, like he wasn't the ruthless, dangerous man that everyone whispered about, but a protector, a son, a friend.
It was the kind of day you want to tuck away somewhere safe, the kind you replay over and over again in your mind when you can't sleep.
And then, he almost kissed me. I can still feel the ghost of it, the way he leaned in, the heat between us, the way his breath caught. But then he stopped himself. Maybe he really wanted to take things slow, or maybe he wasn't sure about me. Either way, he left me aching.
I thought the night would end with b
