~Anne's POV~
The last week felt like hell. Riccardo kept everything strictly formal. Every conversation, every reply, he made sure they were strictly professional. And even when I tried to joke around or ease up the tension between us, he would dismiss it quickly, or give me a look that suggested that I was being a nuisance.
I had thought I would get used to it after the first few days, but a week had passed now, and it seemed like I was getting worse day by day. I couldn't sleep without thinking of him, without feeling like I should open up and tell him what I wanted.
Sure, having him back in my bed would make me happy. But deep down I know I wanted more than that, and Riccardo had made it clear he might not be able to meet those requirements. I wanted to be more than just the woman in his bed, I wanted him to love and kiss me in the morning, out in public, I wanted everything he had to offer. However, it was clear Riccardo wouldn't be able to do that.
