Lara's POV
Breakfast with his parents felt like something out of a dream I did not want to wake up from. I was in such high spirits that even the sunlight streaming through the windows seemed softer. My body was still sore from the night before, but my heart felt impossibly light. Marco told me he loved me. The words kept replaying in my mind, filling every corner of me with happiness that I could not contain.
I tried my best to act calm, but I knew I was smiling too much because his mother kept glancing at me with a knowing look.
"It seems my son has taken very good care of you, my dear," she said gently.
Heat rushed up my neck. My thoughts immediately returned to Marco's hands on my body the night before, to the way he whispered my name as if it meant something sacred. I lowered my eyes, unable to hide the blush.
Before I could form any reply, Marco spoke with casual confidence that made my heart skip.
