Leona’s pov
I still stood there on the edge of the staircase, Marco’s singlet hanging off my shoulder, still feeling warm all over. It was some awkward silence that really boiled around us now.
My heart hadn’t slowed since that kiss. Since his hands were on me. Since we were really having s*x in this living room.
But all of that had vanished the second his father walked in. Don Valerio.
The man who made even the air in the living room feel sharp.
He hadn’t said much yet, but his eyes had already said too much. The kind of eyes that watched to study, to control. They were nothing like Marco’s.
And now, I couldn’t stop glancing between them—Marco standing stiff, jaw clenched, and his father taking slow, relaxed steps, as if he hadn’t just walked in on something personal.
I noticed Mar
