FRANCESCA's POV
Fran
My head buzzed as I laid in the bed waiting for the morning to come whilst trying so hard to not think about how my world had tilted on its axis when his lips had touched mine
Fran, he had said
Not Francesca, as I have always heard him call me
I did not dare to think that I had somehow seen a vulnerable side of him and one he did not show anyone in his life.
The moment had been as fast as it had happened and if I did not still feel the imprint of his lips on mine and the invasion of his tongue, I would have thought it a dream or maybe some figment of my imagination but it wasn’t and it only left me confused.
I wanted to feel shame that I had let him touch me like that when I should have fought with everything in me to get away from him but I did not; instead, I
