Page 105 of Unruly Obsession

That didn’t take long at all. I bite my bottom lip. That’s not good. If Lorenzo finds out his brother is hooking up with one of my friends, I’m certain he’ll blow a gasket. Romi has always been the free-loving type. But, damn, did they sit down and decide just to start making out or what?

“Is everything okay?” Lorenzo asks over my shoulder.

“Everything’s fine,” I squeak with a tight smile, turning so fast I almost spill the two glasses.

I try my hardest to block his view because I know if he sees what's going on outside, it will only make whatever the situation is between him and his brother worse. And I don’t want that for Lorenzo. From what I’ve gathered, his brother is his only family left, and I hope, over time, I can help him fix that relationship. Then again, I now know better than anyone that some families can’t be fixed.

But I want to at least try for him, and will patiently wait for him to open up to me, starting with why his brother is even here in Manhattan when he last told me he was studying in London.

Besides all of that, I want this going-away party to go off without a hitch; a final hoorah with the people I love as they send us off for a new start, one we both deserve.

“Can you take this to Sienna?” I ask sweetly.

“Where will you be going?” He frowns, and I give him a slow smile as I stretch onto my tiptoes.

“I thought you promised me a certain punishment. Maybe we can meet in the bedroom, in say, two minutes,” I say, nipping at his ear.

A guttural noise escapes him as he’s quick to reply, “Make it one minute.” He grabs the drinks out of my hand, and I can’t help but laugh as I watch him leave the kitchen. I take a momentto admire those who have come to wish us good luck, and another piece of me feels relieved, ready to say goodbye to this city.

Ready to start my new life and a new chapter.

That niggling sense of guilt is still there, though. For leaving my mother to sell the house and find a new one. For my brother starting his rehabilitation to recover from gambling. For Romi in her mourning. And maybe for Sienna and her relationship.

With all of that, I choose to prioritize myself and Lorenzo.

I’m trying to hide the smile as he scans the room, his gaze landing back on me with an impatient jerk of his head toward the bedroom.

I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of having this man jump when I tell him to, and to have him come running and asking, "How high?" To be in his arms every night and protected—no matter what comes our way.

Danger.

Pleasure.

Marriage.

I wouldn’t want to stake this unruly obsession on anyone but Lorenzo Moretti.