Anna's pov.
Matteo looked at me, and the furrow deepened between his brows.
“Why are you crying, sugar,” he complained.
Then I realised the wetness I was feeling on my cheeks was my own tears. I was so indulged in his pain I forgot to notice everything.
I wiped my cheeks and tried to smile, "because I feel like that."
He frowned more and said, "come here."
And wrapping his long thick fingers around my neck, he pulled my face closer and covered my mouth with his lips, taking my lips in a hungry kiss as if his heart sought solace and wanted to forget all the pain.
“Never leave me!" He whispered on my lips, and it sounded like a dangerous warning to me.
I smiled between our kisses, "never!"
He picked me by my waist effortlessly and pulled me on his lap, making me straddle him. Pulli
