~LAUREN’S POV~

My table clock alarm blared, pulling me out of sleep as I groaned. The morning sunlight found its way through a small gap in the curtains, casting a glow over my bedroom. I rolled onto my back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Last night… well, it was intense.

My mind drifted to Alexandro—his kiss, his touch. Every moment with him replayed in my head like a broken record.

Did I hate it? No. It felt different.

Those feelings. I had dated Patrick long enough to know that whatever I was experiencing with Alexandro wasn’t the same. Around him, I didn’t have to try. He always knew the right...