Semua Bab Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Willow's POV“Jesus,” Luigi muttered, taken by surprise by the hot liquid that seeped into his pants and shirt. The wet fabric clung to his skin, outlining his muscular chest and abdominal lines. “Jesus,” I also whispered, but for an entirely different reason. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from his chest. Biting my lip, I watched as his deft fingertips quickly undid the bottom few buttons of his damp shirt, revealing his abs. He was reacting instinctively to the scalding hot coffee against his skin, but the process of him undoing his buttons was so sexy in a subtle way that my breath left my throat. My eyes veered down his abs, to the dark stain spreading over his groin. I hadn’t seen that part of his naked body in the shower, and now my thoughts whirled, as I imagined what was under his soaked pants. “A little help?” he said to me, snapping me out of my daydream. Panicking, I grabbed a roll of paper towels off the counter and ripped off a huge hunk. Dabbing at his exposed chest with

Willow's POVI was shocked to see Luigi standing at the door. His hair had fallen over one eye, and he was gazing at me intently with those deep, dark eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.“Mr. Hernandez?” Luigi reiterated. “That’s how my wait staff addresses me. Why so formal?”“I’m just trying to be polite. I am your staff, too, after all,” I replied. Then I went to close the door. Although I’d had a strange feeling of emptiness when I thought Luigi had left, I honestly hadn’t expected to see him standing outside my door like this.The memory of our awkward exchange in the kitchen flashed through my mind, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.As I went to close the door though, Luigi stepped into the doorframe. With him in the way, the door couldn’t close.“Mr. Hernandez, if you’ll please excuse me,” I said. “I’m tired and would like to rest.”Upon hearing me address him again as Mr. Hernandez, Luigi clicks his tongue disapprovingly. His expression darkens.“

Willow's POVMy heart trembled at his kind words. How many times had I longed to hear Logan say those exact words? While moved, his words only served to deepen my regret even more.He quietly shut the door behind him, but his cologne lingered in the air.It shouldn’t have happened, and my mind told me that it couldn’t happen again. But my fingers traced the curvature of my breasts, lingering on the places where he’d touched me with such passion.Imagines cascaded through my head. The lust in his eyes, the feeling of him on top of me. My fingernails digging into his back greedily as we….Flopping onto my side, I tried to steady my breathing and force the images from my mind. It was a mistake.But I couldn’t get him out of my head. Tossing and turning restlessly, unable to calm down, I finally decided to get up. The sheets were still damp from our sweaty bodies, and the faint scent of his cologne was doing nothing to forget what had just happened.So I planted my feet on the ground, got

Willow's POVAt the skating rink, Carl nervously clutched my hand as I rented our skates. He was extremely nervous, but I assured him that I would help him.Bending down to lace his skates, I noticed his eyes darting to the rink.“Just wait here for a moment,” I told him. Then I rushed over and rented an assistant bar for him. When he saw it, his eyes grew wide, a scared look on his face.“I don’t know how to use that,” he said. “Please, Willow, don’t make me.”“I won’t, love,” I replied gently, pulling him onto his feet. He wobbled unsteadily on the blade of the skates as we made our way to the ice. “I just rented it in case you want to use it. But you 100% don’t have to.”Slowly and carefully, I eased Carl onto the ice. He gripped the rink-side railing so tightly, his knuckles turned white. Taking a step forward, he almost fell, but I caught him by the waist.“I’m right here,” I said. “I won’t let you fall. Just push off gently, like this. Let the skates do the work. See?”Patiently,

Willow's POV“Who’s that boy?” Carl asked as we skated slowly around the rink. “Why was he crying?”I grimaced. It was an innocent question, but it hit hard. Carl didn’t know I had a son. We’d never talked about my personal life, just his and Luigi’s. Unsure of how to answer the question, I paused. This was going to be difficult to explain. So, with a heavy sigh, I stopped skating. Carl tried to stop too, but he wasn’t very good at stopping yet. I reached out and grabbed his bar, helping him to stop.Carl cocked his head to the side and looked up at me, his eyes earnest.“Is that little boy okay?” he asked. It was such a sweet, compassionate question, and Carl’s genuine concern for Leo, who was a complete stranger to Leo, was endearing. “Should we help him?”“He’s okay,” I nodded. “That little boy….he’s my son, Leo,” I told Carl. Then I waited for his reaction.Carl’s eyes widened in surprise.“Your son?” he repeated, his voice a stunned whisper. “But then why aren’t you skating with h