ISLA
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Once again, I woke up against a hard body and immediately knew where I was.
I was getting too used to Lorenzo. I was getting way too comfortable with him because that was the only explanation for me coming to his room last night.
I looked up, staring at his sleeping face. He looked too peaceful for a man like him who was surrounded by guns, threats, and violence. My hand reached up, tracing the stubble on his jaw, nose, and lips. For a moment, I forgot about the outside world. In this room, it was just Lorenzo and me, two people who were naturally drawn to each other.
I was embarrassed at the way I easily broke down in front of him. I was surprised he didn’t mock me for it. Instead, he just held me until I fell asleep.
This thing between Lorenzo and me was getting more compl
