Rome felt softer than Monaco. Not quieter exactly because Rome was never truly quiet. Somewhere beyond the hotel windows, scooters still buzzed through narrow streets while distant music drifted upward from crowded piazzas. But Monaco always felt polished and sharp around the edges. Rome felt lived in. Warm. Slightly chaotic in a way Sienna immediately loved. Luca noticed that within the first hour.
“You stopped clenching your jaw,” he observed casually as they crossed a narrow cobblestone street near Trastevere.
Sienna glanced toward him suspiciously.
“You monitor my stress levels physically now?”
“You do the same thing to me.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“I’m charming about it.”
Luca laughed softly beneath his breath while guiding her around a passing scooter with one hand against
