“Leandra….” His voice was hoarse, laced with warning.
I didn’t need words. I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud—that even though I couldn’t accept everything so easily, I still chose him. Until the end, I would still choose him.
So I kissed him again. Deeper, hungrier, more selfish—was I allowed to be this way?
And when his body pressed mine into the couch, I knew there was no running from him. We fell onto the sofa, his weight settling over me, and I didn’t care. I wanted to feel the burden he had been carrying alone all this time.
Marco’s hands moved restlessly, his grip on my waist tight. His lips traced along my jaw, down my neck, leaving heated marks that made me squirm beneath him.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, my tears still wet on my cheeks as his lips found mine aga
