Chapter 13: First Time For Everything
Sinacore POV
The night dragged on longer than it should have, stretching the minutes into agonizing hours. I wasn’t used to this—to sharing my space with someone, least of all a woman. The silence in the house felt unnatural, weighed down by the knowledge that she was here, occupying a room not far from mine.
It was like a persistent itch at the back of my mind, one I couldn't scratch away.
On the court, I was known for my precision and my cold, ruthless style that left no room for mistakes or distractions. I applied the same discipline to every aspect of my life. Everything was calculated, controlled, and predictable. Living with a stranger, especially a young woman like Cynthia—who, not so long ago, had been in my bed—was the antithesis of that control.