Chapter Twelve

LISA

Lately, I've found myself watching Lore more often. When he's working out, driving, chatting with people and most especially, when he is too focused on his phone and then his brows crease in an attentive way.

Today, he seems to be in an awfully bad mood. I wasn't expecting to see him this early at home, it's only three in the afternoon. I was in the garden, tending to my beautiful babies that just blossomed when I saw his car entering the driveway. I thought he just came to pick something up, so I did my thing, took a bath and then grabbed a book from the library to sit at the window that overlooks the beautiful backyard.

The idea of focusing on reading immediately vanished from my mind the moment my eyes landed on a very toned and rippled back.

Lore.

After the wet dream I had about him a week ago, I've been doing my best to stay at a good distance when I'm around him, I'm actually even afraid of sleeping because it might happen again.

I, Lisa Morello, had a dream about a man to