Sabrina, the sweet, bubbly girl next door, never imagined being pulled into a world of danger. But meeting Julian, a captivating mafia member with a dark past, changes everything.
As she falls for him, she's torn between love and the dangerous secr...
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As Julian wraps the towel around my shoulders, he lets his hands linger for a moment, like he's making sure I'm warm and taken care of.
His gaze meets mine, softer than I've ever seen it, and I can feel a blush creeping up my cheeks.
The kiss we shared moments ago still makes my heart race, and it's like he can sense it too because he's looking at me in that quiet, intense way of his.
"Thanks," I murmur, my voice softer than I meant it to be, but I can't help it. Every inch of me feels vulnerable and open, but in the best way possible.
"You're welcome," he replies, and the corners of his mouth quirk up, just enough to show a glimpse of that mischievous, knowing smile.
The kind that tells me he's completely aware of what he does to me.
And I can't help it—I smile back, feeling a warmth that's so much more than just the towel he's given me.
We start walking back toward the hotel, his arm draping over my shoulders in a way that feels both protective and possessive, like he's keeping me close, keeping me safe.
With every step, I feel myself leaning into him more, wanting to stay in this moment forever.
The pool, the kiss, this whole day—it's like an escape from everything that's weighed me down, and I don't think I've ever needed it as much as I do now.
Inside, we make our way to our suite, and I grab some clothes from my bag, catching Julian watching me with that same look.
There's an ease between us, something that feels new and electric, but also strangely familiar, like we've been waiting for this for so long.
I slip into a comfortable dress, and when I turn around, I catch him staring, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
"What?" I ask, my voice teasing but with a touch of shyness.
"Nothing," he replies, smirking, "just... you look happy." He says it like it's a compliment, and my heart flutters, caught off guard by how deeply I needed that.
I let out a small laugh, nodding, because I am.
Somehow, despite everything, he's made me feel happy. "I am, actually," I admit, letting the truth slip out, knowing I don't have to hide it with him.
He nods, satisfied, before taking my hand. "Come on, let's get something to eat. Can't have you passing out from hunger on me."
"Oh, so now you're responsible for my well-being?" I tease, raising an eyebrow, but I can't hide my smile.
"I've been responsible for you," he shoots back, that little smirk lighting up his face, and I feel my heart twist at his words.
