“I miss you,” he whispers, slowly opening his eyes. Discreetly, he hooks his pinkie in mine, and my breath stutters in my throat. “I miss you so fucking much.” Drawing strength from somewhere, I step away from him. “Don’t do this,” I whisper back. “Don’t undo years of progress.” “Don’t bullshit me, dolcezza,” he snaps. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t been living half a life too!”
