I savoured and ran my fingers over him, committing him and this precious moment to my eternal memory.
‘I love you so much, bella,’ he rasped into my ear.
‘Ti amo, Lorenzo. Per sempre vostri, forever yours.’
He kissed the dip in my neck where my figa, my omen and my locket lay, and I remembered Bianca’s words and her gift to me.
Him.
I sent a silent thank you to her wherever she was, with Lorenzo still buried in me, his face nuzzled in my collarbone, breath ragged, lips pressing into my nape.
Where he’d always belonged.