Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Three: He's Jealous? Impossible

Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Three: He's Jealous? Impossible

Samantha's POV

I woke up to find myself hugging Diego. My eyes widened, then I remembered what happened last night. I feel guilty since he's sleeping on the chair, so I offered him to lay on the couch, as it's also wide. I thought he was going to decline my offer, but he actually lay beside me.

I struggled to sleep last night when he insisted that I use his arm as my pillow. We have never been this close, not even before.

I could smell his addictive cologne, and his hand was encircled around my waist. My gaze went to his face. He’s still sleeping peacefully. Last night, I pretended to be asleep when I felt him place his arm on my waist. I’m embarrassed that Nita might see us.

I tried to remove his hand, but he just hugged me tighter. I gulped as I felt his breath against my neck.

Shit! My eyes widened as he tightened his grip, and I could feel him sniffing my neck.

I looked at Nita. She’s still asleep. Wake up, Diego. Damn yo