Chiara’s POV
His hand trailed down to my exposed knees, brushing softly against my skin, gentle like I was fragile glass that might shatter if he held me too tightly.
“Lorenzo, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” I muttered, shifting on the bed while ignoring the quiet whimper of my wolf inside me.
She was far too willing to surrender to his touch, reveling in the closeness of him beside me.
And I hated that.
Because I couldn’t deny it—his touch felt warm… comforting even. Exactly the kind of warmth I probably needed right now after everything that had happened.
But I couldn’t give in.
His lips curled into a half-smile that might have been charming if I wasn’t already exhausted and irritated.
Right now, I just wanted to sleep.
“I just wanted to see you,” he said calmly. “So
