~ Massimo ~
Niamh clung to me like I was the only anchor in her world.
It wasn't long though before I started noticing other things. The swells of her breast against my chest. Her heart beating wildly against me. The sweet orange and cream scent on her skin. The brush of her silky hair on my arm. The way she seemed to fit against me so perfectly.
I didn't want to let go.
How many nights had I laid awake in the silence of my room, staring at the ceiling and picturing this exact moment? Niamh in my arms, her body pressed against mine, without a single trace of that unreserved hatred in her eyes.
Tonight, she was looking at me like a man she actually wanted to be with, not like I was the monster she usually tagged me as.
It felt like a dream. A beautiful dream that I didn't want to wake up from.
