**POV MIA**
I quickly stepped away, but I couldn't help looking back as I walked down the hallway. Massimo was at the door of the room, still shirtless, watching me with a look I couldn't decipher. That brief exchange of contact had revived memories I preferred to forget, and I knew that the honeymoon was far from the paradise I had imagined.
The need to escape the image of a shirtless Massimo was pounding in my mind like a mantra I repeated to myself. I knew I needed to distance myself, take some time to clear my thoughts, and push away the memories that kept haunting me.
I walked to the pool in our room, hoping the cool water and the breathtaking view of the tropical paradise would help clear my mind. I sat on one of the loungers by the pool, trying to relax, but the image of Massimo
