Pure Soul

I can’t stop thinking about him.

The image of Zack is vivid in my mind. The way he looked at me during dinner, the way his eyes softened when they gazed at the stars together. That night plays over and over in my thoughts like a movie I can’t turn off. I remember the warmth of his hand in mine as he led me to the balcony, the view of the city spread out before us like a glittering tapestry.

And that moment, when we almost kissed. That moment was shattered like a glass when his phone rang.

But. Did I really want that kiss to happen?

Like, we had been so close I still feel the ghost of his breath on my lips.

The way my heart was throbbing against my chest when he leaned in, the way my body instinctively moved closer to his—those weren’t things I could easily dismiss. But another part of me, the more cautious part, questions everything.

Zack isn’t just any man. He’s a mafia man, someone with a life steeped in danger and secrets. I know there’s so much more to him than what he’s shown me,