Marco’s POV - Christmas Morning
Marco woke up to the quiet hum of Christmas morning, the soft light of the sun peeking through the blinds. Sade was still asleep beside him, her chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of deep sleep. He looked at her, her face relaxed and serene, and he felt a tug of something in his chest. It had been a long time since things felt this good between them. The night before had been better than he’d expected—more real, more connected. Like they’d finally found their way back to each other.
But even in the glow of this moment, there was something weighing on Marco.
Last night, the holiday magic had covered up the mess he’d created, but he couldn’t keep running from the truth. What he had with Isla—what he had done with her—needed to end. He had to fi
