Serena
I woke up wrapped in them.
In heat. In weight. In breath.
Nico’s fingers were still tangled in mine, his palm warm and calloused against my knuckles. Matteo’s arm was a heavy band across my waist, his body curved protectively around mine. And Luca—his presence was quieter, softer, but no less overwhelming. His leg brushed mine beneath the sheets, his steady breathing syncing with mine like we were some strange, steady machine.
For one terrifying, beautiful moment, I let myself pretend this was real.
That the world outside this bed didn’t exist. That I wasn’t the center of a storm that could blow all of this to pieces.
But pretending only lasted so long.
The vibration came first—deep and low, buzzing against the nightstand where Matteo’s burner phone lit up in the dark.
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