ISLA
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In the past week, I woke up in Lorenzo’s bed more than I did in mine. Sometimes, I even got to his room before him. We didn't have s*x all the time. Sometimes, I stayed because I couldn’t pull myself away and he let me. His arms were always around me, stopping me from moving. I hated how much I liked it.
With the nature of our relationship, we were supposed to avoid things like that, but I'd stopped fighting myself on things concerning Lorenzo. I didn't even try to define anything between us. It was easier this way.
Most mornings, he was already awake, arms still around me as he scrolled on his phone. Other items, he was long gone, his side on the bed cold as he went on with his daily activities.
Each morning, he told me a new truth. All of them were things I didn't know but
