Chapter 72

“Don’t you agree, London?” Alexi’s voice breaks into my thoughts as I slide in beside him on my return from the bathroom; A small space between him and Alessandra, who is facially glued to Gino as they have a passionate make-out session. Her arse bumps into me as I squeeze against Alexi more, sliding my arm in his, so I can lean closer and nestle in against him with my temple on his shoulder. I’m starting to wane with booze consumption and sore feet from too many dance floor shenanigans. I’m getting tired as the night moves into the early hours. It has to be after 2 a.m. for sure.

“Agree with what?” I flutter my lashes up at him adoringly from my position, and he automatically smooths a hair from across my face as he gazes back down at me. A slight gentle touch that causes a million tingles to erupt from my skin and insides, insides somersaulting and letting loose my cage of butterflies, and I try to push it aside. He’s been this way all night, and I should put it down to copi