The next time I had woken up, Macio was staring at my lips as he traced them with his finger. I kissed his finger and his gaze slid up to mine. My breath hitched in my throat at what I saw there. I had never seen anyone look at me with so much want and need. It felt like the shields he erected around him were down and I got a glimpse of the real man. I saw the raw longing for a life he felt he couldn’t have and it physically hurt me to look into his eyes.