Adamo’s POV
The second the words left her lips—"I’m going home tonight."—something inside me twisted painfully.
It didn’t make sense. I see this woman every damn day. I’ll see her tomorrow. So why does it feel like she’s walking away forever?
Why does the thought of her sleeping alone in her home make my chest tight? Why do I feel like I need her here, with me, wrapped in my arms, where she belongs?
I don’t just want her. I crave her.
I want to smell her on my sheets. I want to wake up to her in the morning, to feel her body tangled with mine, warm and soft and completely mine. I want to taste her, take her whenever I want, however I want. I want to breathe her in, consume her, mark her, keep her.
And that feeling is so f*****g overwhelming.
I’ve never been like this. Never felt thi
