Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Seven
Mateo’s pov
The bright morning sun woke me up slowly, streaming through the gaps in my bedroom curtains and painting long, warm lines of silver light across the bedsheets. For a second, I didn't open my eyes. My body felt heavy, warm, and completely relaxed in a way it hadn't felt in months. Then, I felt a solid, immense weight shifting right next to me, and the deep, rich scent of woody cologne and clean skin hit my nose.
The memories of the night before came rushing back into my mind like a warm wave. The glowing glass conservatory, my cousin Vanessa laughing with joy as Khalid slipped the giant diamond ring onto her finger, the quiet ache of loneliness that had driven me out into the rain, and finally, the high-end club downtown where Gabriel had
