(VALENTINO'S POV)
I'm leaning back on the sofa, Krystal curled up against me with her head tucked under my chin, and I can't help but think that right now—right in this moment—I could stay like this forever. Her hair tickles my jaw when she shifts, and the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with her own perfume has me grinning like an idiot. I swear, she's dangerous in every sense of the word, but somehow, she's also the calm in my storm.
I should be focused on the world outside this villa, on the people who would love nothing more than to put a bullet in the back of my skull, but all I want to do is press my cheek against her hair and watch her do absolutely nothing.
It's stupid, I know. But I can't help it.
It's only been a week since she moved in, but it feels like a month.
