The next morning started slow and soft, the way mornings should when you’ve got nowhere urgent to be.I woke up before my alarm—sunlight cutting through the blinds in sharp golden lines, Luca still asleep on his side of the room. His breathing was steady, one arm flung over his head, sheet tangled around his waist. I watched him for a minute—chest rising and falling, tattoos dark against his skin, face relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen before. Last night had been good. Really good. Dinner, talking, the way he’d kissed me in the hallway outside our door—slow, sure, like he’d been waiting for it all day. We’d come back, laugh about the party, kiss again on his bed until we were both breathless and laughing into each other’s mouths. Nothing more. Just… nice. Easy.But when I rolled over to check my phone, the lightness in my chest shifted. No text from Vane. He’d been quiet since yesterday’s “meeting ran long” message. I stared at the blank screen for too long, thumb hovering over the call
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