29

Willow

The cold breeze of earlier November hits my nose as we arrive at Thompson airport in Oak City, Boston.

Luciano's arms wrap around my waist as we make it down the stairs. His expression is as cold as always, but somehow that same cold expression softens every time his gaze meets mine.

He made me promise to forget about everything that happened in Illinois. Although it was a difficult thing to do considering the fact that I got accustomed to his dad in just a short time.

"The car is waiting sir. Welcome back home," A man says as he ushers us inside of Luciano's cars. One of my favourites, the white porsche.

The two of us alone in the car again, I try to block out every thought of what happened yesterday night but it seemed impossible.

The first time we had sex I was quick to forget about it all. So why am I feeling this way now? I ask myself as I grab the hem of the dress I am wearing.

"My lo—" He stops halfway when he realises we are still in the car.

"Willow, I haven't b