*Morgan*

Lorenzo stares at me for a long moment, and I’m scared that I’ve offended him. Oh no, what if my question makes him tie me to a tree again? My wrists throb at the mere thought of that.

“It’s a long story,” he tells me in a quiet voice.

“Well, we have time,” I point out. “You don’t know what you want to do with me yet, and I know that you aren’t going to sleep because you’re afraid that ...