Francesca’s POV
He was right!
I didn’t trust myself around him. It’s still a mystery where I got the strength to peel away from him, from that kiss.
I was trying with every ounce of my being to think with my brain and not with my heart or my p***y. They were both giving me a very hard time. My heart was weak, and in there, everything was already forgiven and forgotten as soon as I saw a glimpse of despair in his eyes when he thought something had happened to me. As for my p***y… well, it just took a look at the God-like man that was standing in front of me to understand why I couldn’t hold her. No need for explanations.
But I couldn’t do it again. The same mistakes. I had to know for sure that he wasn’t consciously doing what I saw. If that was even true, who the hell would want to se
