The Hunt Begins

I’m not naïve.

I know when the air changes.

And I know when a man looks at a woman… as if he could lose her all over again.

From the restaurant terrace, Alessandro hadn’t taken his eyes off me. Not even to breathe.

And me?

I felt that burn under my skin.

Instinct. The alert-frisson.

The same one I’...

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