When I was with him, I forgot about everything. Max, Sophie, the Moriarty family, and him being related to the mafia.

I knew that it wasn’t real life when I was with him, but I guess that was called addiction. I didn’t want real life, I wanted him. I wanted his hands, his lips all over me. I wanted to stay with him all day and night.

"You should’ve seen your face, it was ridiculous!" Enzo pointed at my face with his finger. I laughed.

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