21
Pilar woke up early the next morning. The room around her was silent, as was the house. It was still dark outside, telling her brain she should be sound asleep. But instead, she was up. Debating. Thinking. Considering.
By the time the sun peeked through the curtains of the room she shared with Jack, she knew she had to tell him about the phone she was hiding. She should have told him the day before, as soon as she found it, but she was scared. She wanted Juan.
Jack was a great distraction. He made her feel beautiful and sexy. Neither were words she’d ever associated with herself, but with Jack’s hands skimming her body, his eyes devouring her, she couldn’t deny those feelings.
Just like she couldn’t deny that she was falling for him.
“I love you,” she breathed, snuggling up tight t
