|| VALENTINA's POV ||

The marble floor felt cold underneath my skin. Despite the cold temperature inside the bathroom, the room was getting hotter slowly. Lorenzo knew me very well. My body was more honest with him than my lips. He brought us inside the washroom to recreate the passionate moments that we had together in the past.

He kissed me hard, pulling me closer until I wrapped my legs around his waist. He made me sit on the counter, his hands holding me in its place. I couldn't think of anything except his at that moment. Lorenzo was too hard to resist. Besides that, I missed him for several...