LEONE'S POV

I didn’t sleep.

Not really.

Not after I saw her drenched, bruised, shivering, and in my shirt. Her skin was flushed pink from the cold, her lips trembled, and I had to use every ounce of restraint not to fall to my knees and worship the very ground she walked on.

That night, as I sat beside her on my bed, watching her chest rise and fall in slow, sleepy rhythm, I realized something brutal.

I was losing myself.

Not in lust no. That part I could control if I really ...