Leona’s POV
I woke up tangled in warmth that didn’t feel like mine.
Marco’s arm was slung around my waist, heavy, like even in sleep he didn’t want to let go. The sheets smelled like him. The night before flooded back in flashes his mouth, his voice, the way we ponded each other in thrusts.
I felt... Exposed.
Not just physically, but inside, too.
For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring at the clock detailing on the ceiling, listening to his breathing. Then I turned to meet his face. He looked calm making me to almost rach for his face but I refrained.
But something in my chest tightened, and I couldn’t stay. I needed to understand his father and what he wanted with me but I didn’t know how.
I needed to prepare for school. I gently lifted his arm, holding my breath a
