Luciano walked into his room, relieved and quite a bit surprised Aurora had not made a big fuss about leaving for France.
He couldn't be more thankful that she would be out of the way until Neravalle was normal again.
Despite the single victory, there was still so much fighting left to do.
But for just a tiny moment, he let his mind wander about.
His feet joined in, as he walked over to a part of his closet.
He stopped, his heart fastening a little in its pace, while his hand searched inside the space he had memorized.
There, he pulled out a lace fabric, and brought it straight to his face.
Left unwashed, he could still perceive her very essence as he sniffed her panties.
He closed his eyes, and inhaled until the only thing he could perceive was Valentina.
His thoughts ran wild, as memories of time spent with her presented itself in a form of slides.
Her taste still lingered in his tongue. No one had and would ever taste better.
