His embrace felt like a cage.
I pressed my hands against his chest, pushing him off gently. "Just drive, Marcello. I'm tired."
Because I knew deep down. There was no future left for us.
The moment I stepped into the house, I froze.
Serafina was lounging on the sofa in a silky nightgown, eating chips like she held the deed to the place. Her bare feet were tucked beneath her, one strap slipping off her shoulder with practiced carelessness.
"Didn't you say you had a party tonight? Said you weren't coming home?"
She gave me this shy little smile. "Oh, Arianna, I forgot to mention. I had a fight with my boyfriend, so I went to the party to piss him off. Told him about it, but he didn't care. Then, the second I got there, he showed up, dragged me out."
Her fingers flicked at her collar, and the fabric slipped just enough to show the marks on her skin. Hickeys. Fresh. She gave me a sly look like it was some sort of prize.
"I didn't expect him to be so jealous," she said sweetly. "We ended up making out in the car. Three times."
My nails bit into my palms so hard it hurt. But I kept my voice even. "When did you get a boyfriend? You never said a word."