Bianca
So Niko can cook, and he's more than comfortable moving around the kitchen like some bronzed god capable of doing even the most mundane task.
I went into the kitchen with the intent of hashing out plans for our future marriage. My mind was whirling upstairs after he touched me, when for a moment I begged internally for him to lean down to kiss me, and when he didn't, I felt so crushed, I knew I couldn't let him touch me like that again.
I couldn't give myself to him like that, not if I wanted any chance of escaping this marriage, the spoken contract I've seemingly fallen into with the Moretta's and most importantly my insanity.
I should have run back on the plane. I should have taken the opportunity that arose with both hands and run as far away as I possibly could. And yet I
