Our last night in Italy, I lay between Laila and Constantino in the bed, staring out at the stormy ocean. Rain pattered against the balcony outside, the thin drapes whooshing into the room from the wind.
I tucked myself into Constantino’s arm as Laila held my waist, her head on my shoulder. She rubbed small circles around my naked hip in a soothing manner, humming lightly to herself.
“Thank you for coming with us,” she whispered.
“She didn’t have much of a choice, doll.” Constantino chuckled.
Laila glanced up at me through wide eyes as a giggle escaped my mouth.
Well, he had a point.
But still, I wanted her to feel appreciated because nobody had ever done this for me before—especially between all the shopping and dining.
I brushed some hair out of her face. “Thank you for bringing m
