The morning after had a strange weight to it. My body felt sore, not in the way it should have, but in a way that told me I had crossed a line—one that couldn’t easily be erased. The warmth of Luca’s touch still lingered on my skin, the taste of his kiss still vivid on my lips. But beneath that warmth, something else was brewing. Doubts. Fears. A gnawing feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t shake.
I stood by the window, looking out over the city. The sun had barely risen, casting the streets in a soft, golden glow. But it wasn’t the beauty of the morning that held my attention—it was the emptiness inside me. Something about last night had shifted, but I couldn’t tell if it was a good shift or a bad one.
I had wanted it. Wanted him. But now, as the reality of what had happened sta
