Maria.
I kept wondering if he regretted kissing me.
The thought wouldn't leave.
It lingered stubbornly at the back of my mind, whispering doubts I didn't want to hear. The way he had pulled away earlier… the apology… the tension in his shoulders now as he stood with his back partly turned to me.
I thought he…Never mind.
I shook the thought away before it could fully form.
I slowly stood up from the bed, watching him as he dragged his fingers through his hair again. The gesture wasn't casual. It was restless. Frustrated. Like he was fighting something inside himself.
And suddenly, another thought struck me.
Maybe what Anabel did to him still had an effect on him.
Maybe that was why he was acting like this, conflicted, distant one moment and overwhelming the next.
Without thinking too much about it, I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.
His body felt warm beneath my touch, solid and tense.
