ISLA
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Lorenzo kept his gaze on me as I gathered my clothes and put them back on after showering. We’d spent more than an hour there because we were doing everything but showering.
He threw on a shirt and a fresh pair of pants and waited for me to finish dressing. As soon as I was done, he was right next to me, holding my hand.
I eyed him warily. “What again?”
“I’m sure you’re exhausted after all that. We’re going downstairs for breakfast.”
“It’s afternoon already,” I pointed out.
“We’re going downstairs for lunch.” He shrugged and pulled me toward the door.
He opened the door and I stepped outside after him, stopping short when I saw Ricardo walking toward his room, which was opposite Lorenzo’s. I hissed under my breath. Why was I always running into him at the most embarrassing
