They returned to the room together Marcello disappearing into the shower while Azzurra lingered near the vanity, curiously exploring the sleek device he had gifted her. A phone. Only a handful of numbers were saved in it, and he had insisted she carry it with her at all times.

She was so absorbed in scrolling through it that she didn’t notice when strong, damp arms slid around her waist. Azzurra drew in a breath, startled, her body stiffening before melting into the warmth of his embrace. ...