Chapter 58. Returning Home

I watch her sleep, my body craving to join her in the dream world. Exhaustion tries to drag me down, but I ignore it. We had plans, which I've thrown away. Right now, we should be getting home. Instead, I got lost in her. I got lost in feeling her and letting my body consume her.

She's exhausted, which is proven by the fact she fell asleep instantly the moment I stopped fucking her.

Sitting up, I winch. My back, chest and arms sting from where her nails cut me. I'm fucking grateful for it, though; the pain made this more real.

Kissing her, I throw my trousers and T-shirt on. Walking out, I go into the living area, the talking stops, and they look at me.

"About time; we were meant to leave at nine; it's nearly two." Marco looks at me.

"Leave him alone, he was busy." Dario grins. "I'm guessing she's okay?"

"After I made her realise they are dead, yeah. She was convinced coming near me meant they would take Luciano." I c