Chapter 24. An Arm Around Her

The next morning, when Calla woke up, she felt the weight of an arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Rico’s hand. Holding her close, like he didn’t want her to leave. Like he belonged there.

She was confused, shouldn’t he be gone by now? She didn’t know what to feel. He never touched her after sex, never stayed the night.

Part of her wanted to sink into the warmth, just for a moment. The other part—stronger, louder—reminded her this wasn’t real.

She slowly twisted her body, careful not to wake him up. She turned until she was staring at his beautiful face.

She stared quietly at his face. His lashes were long and straight, resting gently beneath his eyes. His nose was sharp, and his lips… God, those lips—full and perfectly shaped—have done things to her mouth and breast.

She couldn’t stop staring, she wanted to kiss him.

Her fingers itched to touch his lips. She brought her hand up slowly, inching to his cheek, but it stopped midair when Rico’s ey