Ciara woke up the next morning, staring at Renzo’s face. She shivered a little as she became aware of her nakedness under the blanket. Her bare skin touching Renzo’s body. She didn’t dare move, catching her breath. She still couldn’t believe the events of last night. It felt like a dream to her. How long had she pined for him? After her failed attempt to confess and seduce him on her eighteenth birthday, she was too cowardly to try again. She satisfied herself with the fact that they were still living together. Although, yes, she sometimes got that feeling that Renzo was treating her like a younger sibling, she was appreciative of it compared to losing him completely. As she secretly loved him, she treasured every day she got to see him, and talk with him. It was enough for her. Yes, she a
