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I quickly brush up, throw on an oversized T-shirt and walk into the kitchen.

Enzo is making breakfast.

Thing is, we'd run out of eggs.

“Good morning,” I say.

He’s at the stove, scrambling eggs. The fruit bowl is filled to overflowing.

“You're making breakfast.” I walk up behind him and press a kiss between his shoulder blades.

He stops what he's doing and turns, giving me his full attention. His arms circle my waist and pull me against him.

“You like breakfast,” he murmurs, before kissing me.

Every nerve ending in my body seems to remember last night at once.

I slide my arms around his waist and kiss him back.

“Let's skip breakfast,” I murmur against his lips.

His eyes search mine. “You sure?”

I answer by kissing him again.

The eggs don't stand a chance.

Chapter 35

ENZO

I can’t remember the last time I completely forgot about work and the outside world.

In Venice, maybe, at the evening of the masked ball. And now that we’re holed up here in Molly’s apartment, I could easily forget everything for a few more days. A few more weeks. What I wouldn’t give to have more time.

Takeout pales in comparison to the meals Molly and I have been preparing. I understand now Dex’s newfound penchant for cooking.

It isn't about the cooking. He's found another way to spend time with Dani.

Who knew making spaghetti and meatballs could be so satisfying?

Or enjoying a good meal at the kitchen table, and talking into the early hours of the morning?

Today is our last day together. Last day as in the last full day we’ll have to spend together doing nothing of any importance. But today is also the last day of Spring Break. Tomorrow Molly returns to school and I’ll need to return to New York.

I’m beginning to see a different side to Molly. I’d always assumed she was colorful and chaotic, but I’ve seen a quieter, more contemplative side to her. It usually comes out when we’re lying in bed, talking. She loves burrowing her face against my chest. I love having her pressed so close to me I can hear her heartbeat.

I revel in what we have. Lying in bed all tangled up in one another. I don’t want to close my eyes and fall asleep because waking up means it’s all over.

This little break of ours has been a much-needed reprieve from the world. Tomorrow Molly returns to school, which means life has to return to normal.

The boys have been texting me. Father is furious. He thinks I’ve gone AWOL. He’s not wrong. Matteo’s been assuring me to chill. He tells me that he’s keeping an eye on everything.

The fact that it’s spring break has helped, especially for Molly.

“Rio and Raquel are in Verona,” I say, absentmindedly, remembering what Matteo told me.

Her fingers skate over my hip. “I thought your mom was in Soave?”