Mena
The sun had set. I found myself in the bedroom, in the same arrangement as back in the Fanucci mansion.
Alessio lounged on the sofa, while I lay in the bed, and as usual it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"We'll be leaving the day after tomorrow," Alessio broke the silence. His voice was casual, as if he was discussing the weather.
"Okay," I answered.
I wanted to talk more, to somehow end this unspoken thing between us, but the words just wouldn't come out. I even wanted to tell him we could just share the bed, I wouldn't even mind—but the thought of his rejection kept me quiet.
"They are nice people," I tried to keep the conversation going.
Alessio's response caught me off guard. "Are you sure? Because you looked like you needed saving from the daughter."
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