Marissa
I’m not sure I even recognize myself.
Gio cracked open this whole s****l side of me I didn’t know existed. And now that she’s out, I don’t know how to put her away.
I don’t want to put her away.
I love the way Gio makes me feel—like I’m the center of the universe.
Being abandoned by my mom as a child left scars on me. The kind that tell me I have to work extra hard to be worthy of love or affection. The kind that instilled fear of not being good enough.
Those fears are still present, maybe even more so, because I’m afraid of getting used to this feeling—to being important to someone. Celebrated, even.
But this is just s*x. I have to remember that. Gio’s a player and this is probably how he plays.
He bought a restaurant for you.
I draw in a breath. He bought an entire resta
