Serafina’s POV
Matteo did not answer my question.
Instead, he looked at me for a long time.
Not like he was thinking about danger.
Not like he was planning anything.
He was just looking at me.
The sea was loud but gentle, like it was breathing.
I stood on the sand, staring at the water, but my mind was not there. I was still thinking. Still counting. Still planning.
Matteo came up behind me without making noise.
“You’re doing it again,” he said softly, his voice warm but serious.
“Doing what?” I asked, even though I knew.
“Living in tomorrow instead of today.”
His hand slid around my waist, slow and steady. Not tight. Just there.
I let out a small breath.
“I don’t know how to stop,” I admitted quietly.
He did not answer right away. Instead, he turned me gently so I had to lo
