Naomi's POV

The road away from the villa curved through hills dotted with wild palms. The driver hummed softly, the same song I’d heard once at breakfast when he thought we weren’t listening.

Raymond shifted beside me, our joined hands resting on my thigh. He traced circles on my skin with his thumb, lazy and warm. It reminded me that he knew every part of me—knew how to touch without words, knew how to quiet the worries I hadn’t even spoken about yet.

I glanced at him. His ...