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I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, my heart aching with the enormity of what lay ahead.

“Sleep well, baby girl,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

She nodded, her eyes blinking slowly before they shut as she nestled against me. I lay there, holding her, the weight of the day lifting little by little as I listened to her steady rhythmic breathing.

What a perfect fucking angel.

When I was finally certain she was fully asleep, I slipped out from beside her and tucked the covers around her. For a moment, I just let myself stare at her.

Her lashes fluttered, dark against her pale cheeks and I had to stop myself from reaching out to touch her to see if she was real. Her cheeks were still pink and flushed from our fucking earlier and her hair was wet, but she was absolutely breathtaking.

I’d deal with the consequences of today tomorrow.

Because tonight, all that mattered was that she was safe.

And allmine.

CHAPTER 8

Jenna

Blearily, I opened my eyes to the morning light streaming through the window. I hadn’t slept that well in forever.

Honestly, it had felt really freaking good.

I stretched, feeling the delicious soreness in my muscles and my thighs. The events of the previous night came crashing back, and my heart started racing.

Oh, fuck. I’d fucked my best friend’s dad.

What was I going to do? How was I ever going to face Bella again? She couldn’t find out. It would break her heart. My thoughts spiraled further until I dove under the covers and pulled them over my head.

But I knew I couldn’t hide here forever. I’d need to come out of this guest room sooner or later.

With a sigh, I pushed the blankets back down. Slowly, I climbed out of the bed, trying to make as little noise as possible. I didn’t know what time it was, but I assumed that Vincenzo was already awake. He had always been a morning person, which I never did really understand. I was a night owl myself.

I always thought more interesting things happened in the dead of night.

I padded across the room, my bare feet silent against the thick, plush carpet. Opening the door just a little bit, I could hear noises coming from the kitchen.

It sounded like pots and pans and plates being put down. My heart thumped in my chest. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this. Could I really face him after what the two of us had done yesterday?

What if he was different today? What if he regretted everything that happened between the two of us?

But what if hedidn’t?

I didn’t know what was in the cards for us, what the two of us could ever be or not be. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable and then I looked down at myself. I closed the door so quickly that it made a bang, and I covered my mouth.

Shit.

I was still naked.

Completely and utterly naked.

He hadn’t given me any clothes, and my panties and shorts had been torn off of me the day before. I chewed my lip, trying to come up with my next move.

I had three options.

I could walk out there stark naked or wrapped up in a sheet like a Greek goddess or sneak into Bella’s room and steal some of her clothes. Or maybe it would be better if I just hid in this bedroom and waited for him to leave the house.

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