Leona’s POV
It was stupid, I know. Going to his room like that, knocking on the door like I wasn’t scared, like I wasn’t shaking. But I was. I was shaking all over. I honestly don't know what gave me the courage to walk to his room let alone knock.
I thought maybe he wouldn’t answer. Maybe he’d shout from behind the door or ignore me. But no. He opened the damn door—and I saw him. Marco. Just a towel low on his hips, skin wet, hair messy, his pink lips that looked so soft, muscles I didn’t know people actually had in real life. And that bulging thing... beneath the towel.
It was impossible to ignore. My eyes went there without my permission. He was hard. Big. Bigger than I’d ever imagined. And my brain, dumb and hot and melting, immediately thought about how it would feel. How it would
