Wrapped under the sheets, Lucius caressed Layla's hair with an affectionate and tender touch. He looked at the marks he left on her neck chest and shoulder, realizing he would completely lost it when they would be intimate. Even his body was covered in the red marks particularly around his neck and back, where she had dug her nails earlier.
But right now, she was in a slumber. It was night already, probably past the dinner time.
'I don't want anything happen to Layla. Fiona was right. I've enemies because of the work I do. My past is something that can affect Layla too, but I don't wish to let her go either. From now onward, I need to be more careful. I can't afford to take risks, not with the woman I love the most,' he thought.
Lucius quietly entered the washroom, dampened a towel with lukewarm water, and then returned to the room. He moved with care, not wanting to disturb Layla's peaceful slumber.
