Chapter 8

Kimberly POV

I woke up to a headache that felt like someone had thrown a party in my brain and left without cleaning up. At first, it was just an annoying throb, but as soon as I tried to move, the pain only intensified.

My eyes wobbled in their sockets like they hadn’t quite figured out how to work together. Everything was blurry for a moment, but then memories started to surface—bits and pieces of last night: tired, me hitting my head, the fever...

Wait. Who had taken care of me?

Leo?

Leonardo...?

I reached out to the side of the bed, expecting—what exactly? Warmth? A presence?

But my hand met only cold sheets.

Oh. This was a different room.

For a second, that realisation hit me like a wave. Had I started thinking of the “other” room as mine?

No. Definitely not. That was just... temporary. Right?

And then, like a slap from a nosy memory, I recalled Leonardo touching my breast.

I bolted upright, instantly regretting it. "Nope, nope, not thinking about that!" I mutt