Diego's POV

When it was over, I walked her back to her room.

The whole time we snaked through the house, all I wanted to do was take her hand.

But it was one thing to fuck her on the couch.

Touching her like that was something else entirely.

She was silent as we walked, and the silence was somber.

She was thinking about Carlotta. She was worrying about the consequences of what we’d done. We hadn’t crossed the line just once; we’d done it twice now.

We could no longer call it a simple ...