ISLA
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When I woke up the next morning, I was instantly aware of the arm draped across my waist.
It took me a few seconds to remember where I was. I was in Lorenzo’s bed, our limbs tangled together. And then everything else from last night came rushing in. I’d confronted him about what Ricardo told me. For the first time, he had promised to tell me the truth even if it came at a price.
I had been hellbent on leaving after graduation but with this new offer that Lorenzo had presented me, staying to find out the truth, I was beginning to second-guess myself.
I’d never been the best at decision-making. My presence on Lorenzo’s bed was enough proof of that, but I had no one to rely on. I had no one to tell me if I was going about this the wrong way. I could only follow my instincts, an
