Matt’s POV
Seeing Francesca again was as much of bliss as it was hell. I wanted nothing but to go to her, wrap my arms around her body, and tell her just how much I missed her. How much I love her. But I couldn’t. I had to fight those urges and feelings and stick to the f*****g plan.
Don Amato was talking to me about tomorrow’s meeting and I didn’t hear a word he said. All my senses were on her, navigating the memories and thoughts of the past wishing they were the present dreaming they could be the future. But I knew better than to hope that would happen, or at least that’s what I told myself, time and time again. What I did to her was unforgivable, just as I needed it to be for this to work, but it didn’t hurt any less. And yet, there was a part of me that wished I could somehow fix th
