HER POV
Marcus stiffened when Cristóbal stepped into the shadows, his hand tightening at my waist like he was bracing for a fight.
Cristóbal’s gaze lingered on me, lips curving faintly as he straightened. “Funny, Marcus. We used to share everything back in Madrid. All-night study sessions. Cigars on the rooftop. Even women.” His tone dipped low, intimate. “But I think this one…” His eyes roamed slowly down my body, deliberate, scorching. “…might be worth keeping for yourself.”
Marcus’s jaw flexed, his body crowding closer to mine, protective and possessive in a way that made my breath catch. “She’s not just anyone, Cristóbal,” he said, voice tight with something like warning.
And god help me, I should’ve been nervous. I should’ve pulled away. But instead—my thighs pressed together, hea
