I ran a hand down my face, puffing out a breath. My mind was racing, colliding with too many thoughts, all of them equally disastrous.
María José had no idea.
She had no idea what she was doing to me, no idea what last night meant, no idea that she had just set me on a path I had no damn business walking.
And worse? She had no idea who the hell she was dealing with.
I was unworthy of love. Any kind of love. I had spent my entire life proving that to myself and everyone else, and I had succeeded with flying colors.
No woman should love me because I couldn't love them back.
So what the hell was María José doing looking at me like that? Like I was some kind of answer? Like she actually wanted something from me?
I groaned and slammed my head against the windowpane. I needed a fucking way out of this mess.
"Hugo," I muttered.
"Yeah?"
"Was there a chance she doesn't like me? That it's just the mark working?"
A long, suffering sigh filled my head. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Axel."
