Serena P. O. V
After the kiss that night, it was only now that I met Leopold again. The past two days, he has been to Paris for a conference.
It seemed like I was the only one affected by the kiss. Leopold was the opposite.
That night, I couldn't sleep. I regretted not inviting Leopold over to my house. If I could turn back time, I would have offered to have him spend the night in my room with me. So I could repeat that passionate night in Monaco.
It was all my fault. It riddled me with doubt and unsure of what I was seeing. I interpreted Leopold's gaze to mean that he wanted me, but something was holding him back. Instead, I wasted time hesitating. In the end, I ended up frustrating myself.
That moment would never occur again. I should have made good use of it.
“Deal. We'll use the
