REINA Morning came slow, the light sneaking through the curtains and landing soft on my face. I didn’t move for a while. Just lay there, staring at nothing.Caught between sleep and wakefulness, the scent of him still clinging to my skin—dark, expensive, familiar. Domenico’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breath deep and unhurried against the back of my neck. It wasn’t supposed to feel peaceful, not here, not in his bed. But somehow, it did.The sheets were soft, warm with his body heat. Every inch of the room whispered him, the order, the stillness, the kind of quiet that made you forget there was a world outside.I turned my head slightly. He was still asleep, face softened by the pale light, lashes brushing against his skin. It was strange, seeing him like that. The man who commanded rooms with silence now lay here beside me, looking almost innocent.Almost.Carefully, I slipped from beneath his arm, the mattress dipping under my weight as I rose. My legs felt heavy, my chest
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