Giulio knows me.
His arms that carry the weight of the world wrap around my waist in a tight embrace. When sobs ripple through me, one of his hands slides up to the back of my head, weaving through my hair, and he holds me even closer. It’s here where my fingers clutch his shoulder blades over his cashmere sweater.
Right now, we cannot be any more connected.
I need this embrace.
Just for a moment. Just until my trembling soul stills.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” his hot murmur promises. “I’ve got you.”
It’s been so long that I’ve almost forgotten the feeling. Almost. The warmth that spreads across my body is a reminder of everything that is Giulio Giannotti. He knows and owns every single part of me. My heart. My mind. My body. My soul. He has since I was twenty-one and will continue to do so until I leave this earth.
That’s the truth I hide myself from.
The fact that I can’t control how I feel, even after all the substance we’re missing in our lives, scares me. I’m scared of giving him that piece of me again and losing even more. I’m scared of confusing our children with the back and forth. I fear redemption. I fear a second chance. And equally so, I fear hope will fail me.
At the same time, this is Giulio.
My husband.
My best friend.
My everything.
This is the man I vowed I would do anything for. The man I would still die for.
It will always be him.
Even through the hollowing pain, my heart still beats wildly every time he enters the room. He should despise me. I should despise him. We should disregard how the other feels.
But we can’t…
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