Alessia’s Pov
The sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted into my senses, pulling me from the edge of sleep. My eyelids fluttered as my groggy mind tried to grasp the impossibility of the moment. The scent was rich and perfect, as if a barista had stepped into my kitchen and worked their magic.
I inhaled deeply, savoring it, and a lazy smile crept across my face. What I wouldn’t give for a cup right now, I thought. It was almost as if the coffee was right in front of me—
My eyes flew open as the realization hit me like a freight train. I lived alone.
Heart pounding, I shot upright in bed, clutching the blanket to my chest. And that’s when I saw him.
Luca.
He was sitting casually on a chair he’d pulled directly across from my bed, legs crossed, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand
