Dario’s point of view.
She looks at me and smiles a smile that reaches her brown eyes. I push the thoughts and comments that pass through my mind regarding her eyes because they come with other thoughts that are not about brown but blue, then extend my hand and she places hers in it and we start dancing.
Involuntarily, just to check on my friend, I look up, and I push back the feelings that try to come to the surface as I see Aless on his phone, probably texting John f*****g Doe.
Okay. Forget about Aless! This is about getting the old you back.
But was the old me happy?
It doesn't matter! The old you was easy and safe!
We dance for a bit, and things get heated. For her, at least. But I'm not losing hope. It’s gonna be for me as well. I just have to take her to my hotel room. Or her p
