MEGARA.
Darkness had fallen, and yet sleep totally avoided me.
Maybe it was because I’d napped throughout the day, on and off? Or maybe it was because my conscience was in turmoil and was determined to keep me awake so that I could figure out a solution to this problem.
I glanced across the bed to where Fiore slept soundly opposite me.
His breathing was even, making his chest rise and fall in a perfect rhythm of sleep.
My heart squeezed in my own chest with both happiness and trepidation.
I’d, quite literally, been dreaming about this moment, and the subsequent events, for almost a year now. I’d wanted Fiore’s love and attention and lovemaking since he’d first entered my life.
But I was going to hurt others once they knew what was happening between us, and I wasn’t sure I could cope
