“Did I hurt you, cara?” he demanded, quickly tucking himself back in his pants and righting my own clothes before reaching down to collect me gently into his arms. It only made me sob harder, my chest a cold engine stuttering to life with furious emotion. I couldn’t stop. Panicked, I clutched at him even as I tried to hide my face in his neck, the tears sliding hot and heavy down my cheeks into the open collar of his shirt. “Hush, hush,” he murmured as he stood, my body easy in his hold. “Io sono con te. I am with you.”
