Brianna’s POV
Two weeks.
That’s how long it’s been since our affair became a thing. I thought the fear of almost being caught would make me stop. That shame would cool me, silence me. But instead, it’s the opposite. I want him more.
And I have had him.
Not every day. Not even predictably. Sometimes we go days pretending we are nothing more than in-laws forced to share the same air. I would pass him in the corridor, his expression carved in stone, and I would convince myself it’s over. That he’s pulled back into his world of rules and restraint.
But then, a brush of his hand against mine when no one’s looking. A shadowed glance at dinner that lingers too long. Or worse, the nights when the house empties, when Matteo is out and the walls seem to lean closer in silence… Enzo finds me. Or
