Tabitha’s POV
The soreness in my body is still there, a dull reminder of the night before, but it’s manageable now. I can move without wincing, though there’s a stiffness in my muscles that refuses to fade. It’s not just the physical pain, though—that I can handle. It’s the emotional weight that lingers, the confusion that twists in my chest as I try to make sense of what happened.
Fabrizio is different today. Softer, more patient. The man who took me so roughly last night is nowhere to be found. Instead, he hovers around me, his touch gentle, his words careful. It’s like he’s trying to make up for what happened without actually saying the words.
And I don’t know how to feel about it.
I should be angry. I should be terrified. But all I feel is… confusion. There’s a part of me that’s st
