Cecelia’s POV
It was getting harder to breathe around him. In a way that felt… consuming. Like every time Marcus touched me, something inside me unraveled just a little, but not enough for me to understand what it is.
And tonight, I decided I wasn’t going to stop trying to hold it together. I slipped out of bed and headed to Marcus’ room… where I was now a free guest.
He was standing by the window when I pushed the door and entered… like he always did.
The night lights from outside seemed to reflect all sorts of shadows on his face, sharpening every edge of his god-like features.
“You shouldn’t be here this late,” he said without turning.
His voice was calm… as always.
But in the days I’d been here, I had learned the difference between control… and restraint.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I
