Chapter 17

Mariana stood in her room. Stephanie had ordered many clothes for her, but none of them seemed to be comfortable for the night.

All the shirts Marco had given her were left back at his house, yet she was used to his cologne. The smell of dry wood and the danger he held were addictive.

The silk nightgowns didn’t seem like a thing for her, her eyes moved over to Marco’s coat and then back to the night dress, but her mind seemed to have already decided on a nightgown.

She moved towards the bed and stripped out of her uniform, then placed the coat on top of her white lingerie before getting under the white and dark green duvet.

A sense of comfort and peace savoured her as her eyes closed. It felt like Marco was here with her, his arms wrapped around her.

Unconsciously she didn’t realize she was smiling. Now that’s something she rarely did.

Marco was crossing all the borders and walls around her. He was starting to form a