Alessia Mancini
Giovanni's eyes seemed to focus more intently, as if he were picturing the scene in vivid detail. "We'll get a boat," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Take it out on the lakes. Crystal clear water, Alessia. You can see right to the bottom."
A soft chuckle escaped me, despite the tension coiled in my chest. "A boat, hm? And what shall we name this vessel of ours?"
His lips curved into a smile that was pure Giovanni - equal parts seduction and danger. "We'll call it 'Mia Leonessa'," he murmured. "My lioness."
The tears I'd been holding back spilled over then. I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. His skin was clammy, but warm - alive. "See?" I whispered fiercely. "You can't leave me now. You owe me a boat."
My fingers tightened around his, and I could f
