I found myself sitting on the balcony at night, in our apartment. After that text I received from Max, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
We stayed in Rome for a few more days, but I couldn’t recall any specific memory.
It was 3 am in the morning, Di was asleep. Aiden was at his house. Enzo and Elena probably dozed off in their apartment, too.
But there I was, letting suspicion eat me up. Was Max okay? Was he serious? Why did he want to talk to me?
Should I call him, I asked myself. Would it be a mistake? Would I jeopardize what I have with Aiden?
There was no doubt that he would be triggered and mad again.
I wrapped my arms around myself and buried my face on my knees. When would the anxiety go away?
I tried to focus on Aiden. The moments we had. How he made me feel like I was the only and the most beautiful woman in the world, how he treated me as his queen, how we were one in body and mind.
I closed my eyes and smiled, even remembering gave me goosebumps.