Boy, not man

LEONARDO'S POV

I watched as Rosalina walked away, her figure receding into the distance like a fading dream. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the silence of the driveway, each step a drumbeat of uncertainty that reverberated through my soul.

As I leaned back in the driver's seat, the scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the woman who had captured my thoughts and desires. The leather interior of the car felt cold against my skin, mirroring the emptiness that had settled in my chest.

Her rejection stung, and yet, there was a glimmer of hope in her words, a chance that she might one day give me a chance. But for now, I had to respect her boundaries, give her the space. I could never force her to love me, nor could I manipulate my way inside her heart. That was I wanted her so much. She saw the real me. Perhaps that was why she wanted to keep her distance. However, I was aware that my feelings for her were genuine in their own way.

And I had made up my m