Torn

I looked at Saint who was sitting right beside me, slowly tossing the food bits in my plate around.

A sigh escaped my lips for what seemed to be the fourth time since we started eating, my lips forming a pout.

"Are you alright Micini?" Natalie asked and I turned my attention to her.

Her question brought the attention of everyone else at the table, including Saint, who had stopped eating, to look at me.

"Huh? Oh, yes I am,"

I raised my eyes once more to look at Saint, a light blush creeping up my cheeks as I recalled the events of last night.

The words he has said, the feel of him being inside me and his arms wrapped around me.

When I woke up this morning, Saint was gone already. He had held me the whole night and only left in the wake of the morning.

I wonder if anyone here heard what had happened. We had gone on for hours, and at some point, I thought I was being too loud.

My eyes met with Ciara's and a perfectly arched brow came up to question me.

Her eyes pierced into me li