The bed looked heavenly. It hadn’t been made, but the covers weren’t in disarray either. It was clear Luca slept on the near side where a clock and a glass sat on the nightstand. Leaning over, I sniffed the pillow—it smelled like him. The scent drew me closer as I crawled beneath the covers, surrounding myself in his safety and warmth. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so comfortable in my entire life, and my worries faded away as my eyes drifted shut. A caress down the length of my arm roused me from my sleep. “A man could get used to coming home to a sight like this.” Luca sat next to where I lay in his bed, his eyes soft like warm milk chocolate.
“Time to get up. I’m taking you out.” I glanced up at the clock. “Six! I slept longer than I expected.” I sat up groggily, gently rubbing my eyes
