Page 11 of Alessio

Her hands became interesting.

The sheets, too.

Anything but his face.

“I hope you figure … whatever … out.”

“Ginny.”

There were things she didn’t want to ask. Stuff the two of them didn’t need to talk about yet because she wasn’t sure she would like what happened after. She needed to understand why Corrado would take her to bed again and again, but not seem to have an ounce of guilt. What kind of relationship did those two men have inside their bedroom?

Was this really okay?

She didn’t have a good grasp on her own emotions here.

Dirty.

Blissed.

Ashamed.

Wild.

She felt all of it ….

That’s what held her back; kept her quiet.

Ginevra dragged in a shaky breath and decided changing the topic might get them away from this for now. Oh, it wouldn’t fix the deep ache in her heart, or how the bed suddenly seemed cold.

“Have you heard anything about New York—my sisters?” she asked.

Still, she stared at her hands on the sheets.

Not at him.

“Not yet,” Corrado murmured, “but I can try to get a message through, and see what comes out.”

She sighed. “All right.”

At night, home filled her mind. About her sisters. When no one saw her struggle, or how she cried over things she couldn’t control and the fears keeping her company, that’s when she allowed herself to wonder.

All the things that might happen, and her helplessness. A rock and a hard place.

It was funny, though, how when she crawled into Corrado’s bed at night, and he dared to tell her everything would be okay, she trusted him.

Her worries left.

Sleep came easier.

Or hell, maybe it wasn’t funny at all.

“The building is secure, no one knows you’re here,” Corrado had told Ginevra before he left, “so you’re fine to stay here alone. I’m trusting you not to do something to change that—yeah?”

And then he left.

For the first few minutes, Ginevra wandered the large penthouse, moving from room to room trying to find something to keep her occupied. She used to enjoy being alone, but not right now.

She didn’t want to consider what Corrado might do with someone else instead of being there with her—where she wanted him to be. Because that was most selfish of her. She didn’t have any claim here, and not over Corrado. She was the other.