DOMINIC'S POV
One week later, we were on our way back home. The drive was silent except for the occasional soft murmur of the driver updating us on how long it would take to get there. Ruby’s hand was in mine, her fingers loosely in between my own. I’d never been the type to like physical touch, but with her, it was different. It wasn’t an invasion of my space. It felt like a comfort.
“It’s bittersweet, isn’t it?” she murmured.
I turned my head to look at her, watching the way her eyes wandered over the Italian city fading behind us. “What is?”
“Leaving.” She smiled faintly. “I mean, I know I’ll carry this one week with me, but I’ll miss it. The last time I was here was the worst one week of my life. But this one is the best. I'll miss everything about it.” She turned to me and smiled.
