Chapter 73 Isla

He caught my wrists, pinning them gently above my head. "We're in your room. In Sal's house. In the middle of the day."

"I don't care."

"You should." But he kissed me again, slower this time, thorough. "As much as I want this, want you, we can't. Not here. Not now."

"Why not?"

"Because Marco...

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