There was nothing Tara loved more than having Antonio all to herself. She loved him. How could she not?
He cared for her greatly. And it showed. It showed in the very way he looked at her.
Nevertheless as morning came, they had to part ways for the day. It made her slightly scared.
Indeed, as long as she slept in the safety of his arms, she could fool herself into believing the k********g never occurred. She could also live under the illusion that the world was a safe one when it was anything but.
“Is something wrong?” Antonio asked out of the blue, as they were having breakfast - one that he obviously didn’t make.
“Why would you ask?” she retorted, an eyebrow c****d in question.
“You’re frowning, cariña,” he observed, a shrug accompanying his comment.
She thought for a few sec
