When I was with him, I forgot about everything. Max, Sophie, the Moriarty family, and him being related to the mafia.
I knew that it wasn’t real life when I was with him, but I guess that was called addiction. I didn’t want real life, I wanted him. I wanted his hands, his lips all over me. I wanted to stay with him all day and night.
"You should’ve seen your face, it was ridiculous!" Enzo pointed at my face with his finger. I laughed.
Two waiters served cream soups, salmon, and caviar. We drank champagne and the whole night was ours. But especially, it was mine and Aiden’s.
I didn’t want to get drunk. I wanted to remember every second of that night.
"Now, it’s your favorite time! Presents!" Di shouted and all of them grabbed boxes from under their chairs. They must’ve been covered well because the whole night I was unaware of them.
"First, me!" Enzo shouted.