AVELINA’S POV
The morning sun spills through the window, landing straight on my face. The rain had stopped, but the storm in my heart is refusing to let go.
I turn to the bed and notice Allessandro is still asleep or at least pretending to be in bed. His shoulder was still bandaged. He looks peaceful sleeping, his beautiful body gawking at me. I wish I could hate him, but i am tempted to go to bed and cuddle him instead.
I get up quietly from the chair i had slept in, walk towards the bed and knelt before him caressing the face of the man who held me a prisoner.
Why do i feel an electric pull towards him?
The house is empty as Emilio is yet to return, leaving me and my captor in it.
I walk towards the window, staring at the garden as the world beyond it calls my name. There is a r
