Breathe, dammit, just breathe.
I stretchedout on the obviously used couch. No way would I be able to sleep on this thing for any length of time. Isla had a big bed. I’d give her time to fall into a deep sleep, then I’d creep into her room and crawl into bed with her.
19
ISLA
Curled into a ball,my eyes flashed open, feeling warmth against my back and wetness at my chest. My brain processed the situation at a snail’s speed, then a familiar sound caused me to tense my body.
The peaceful hum of his snoring made me hold my breath.
Ciro.
Why was he in bed with me?
Carefully I reached for my phone to check the time. The room was bright, which wasn’t a good sign. It was definitely after seven in the morning. My eyeballs nearly popped out of my head; 8:42 a.m. It was way later than I was expecting. I hadn’t slept this late since Pippa was born. The thought of her made my breasts leak more.Shit!
“Wake up.” I shoved Ciro, furious at him for being in my bed and threw off my blankets. “Why are you in my bed?”
He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times. He said nothing as hestared at me.
“What?”
“Why is your shirt wet? I see your nipples.” He dragged his tongue across his bottom lip.
“I leaked.” I covered each breast with my hands, clenching my thighs. “Normally by this time, Pippa has eaten.”
“You breastfeed her?”
“Yes. Why are you in my bed?” My face felt warm as he drank me in. Being this close to Ciro was wrecking my nerves.
“I’m notinyour bed. I’m on it and fully dressed. Your sofa is shit. I figured you wouldn’t mind.”
“I do mind.” I huffed, standing up and pulling out a bra and a new shirt from the dresser. “My sofa is just fine. You’re just spoiled.”
“Seriously? Your sofa was killing my back.” The jerk laughed, deep from his throat. It made me hot and bothered andsad.
This was us, Ciro and Isla. Flirty and teasing, revving up sexual tension just before we fell into bed. I needed to get away from him, or I just might jump his bones.
Again, old habits die hard.
“It’s not like you knew I was sleeping here. You were dead to the world.” He rose up on his elbows and stared at me in that hungry-gotta-have-you way.
“Whatever.” I pretended to be unaffected, opening the bedroom door. No chance I’d change in front of him, even though he’d seen me naked hundreds of times. I wasn’t normally a modest girl, but I was now.
“Or did you feel me spooning you?” His question made me freeze just as I was about to dart into the bathroom. “You felt better than I remembered. Fuller hips, and your breasts?—”
“Liar! Just stop already!” I stormedout of the room.
“Am I lying though?” The rich sound of his laugh reached into my core. Damn him for acting as if we hadn’t been apart for over a year.
Like he hadn’t broken my heart.
Locked in the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror. Unshed tears brimmed at the rim of my eyes. I couldn’t remember anything after he left my room last night. I would know if he’d spooned me, wouldn’t I?
Damn him!
I pulled my bottoms down and peed. After I finished and flushed the toilet, I brushed my teeth, splashed water on my face, and combed through my hair.
