Vincenzo looked at Camilla for a long moment.
Finally, he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her skin was warm beneath his lips.
“We can’t,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “I have a flight to catch.”
Camilla frowned, the disappointment flickering across her face.
Vincenzo gently eased her from his body and rose from the bed.
He removed the used condom, carefully tying it off before carrying it to the small metal bin in the corner of the bathroom.
Then he moved to the sink, letting the cold water run over his hands and face as he washed thoroughly. Finally, he dried himself with a towel.
When he returned to the bedroom, Camilla hadn’t moved. She lay naked on the rumpled sheets, her eyes quietly following him.
Vincenzo didn’t meet her gaze as he dressed.
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