Palermo, 26 May h.04.12
Alex wrapped one arm around her as he created a gap between the crook of his neck and shoulder.
Fede closed her eyes, breathing a sigh: her heart was pounding, but it was not beating fast, on the contrary.
The closeness, the physical contact with Alex, gave her a deep sense of peace. There was something right about being close to him, the closer they were the more right it sounded.
Fede went looking for his fingers under the covers, and as soon as she found them Alex squeezed them in his palm.
She turned to look him in the face. Alex lifted his head and their faces brushed against each other. He let go of her fingers to slide along Federica"s body attached to the skin like a tear falling. Federica remained motionless in his arms, as small as the stalk of a f
