Raffaele threw his bag into the trunk of his car. He had just said goodbye to his mother, the rest of the family had already left before he woke up. It was going to be a long drive to Milan, and he knew he would probably be spending the entirety of it thinking about her. About the raven-black strands of hair she had to tuck behind her ears every so often, because they wouldn’t stay in the ponytail. About her porcelain skin and how her cheeks blushed when he teased her. About those bloodred eyes, that seemed to look straight into his soul. And about those plump, luscious lips he had come so close to kissing yesterday, he could still feel her breath caressing him.
He found his old stone pine pillow, it was safely tucked away in his bag. Being so far away from his mate, even if it was just
