The night after the kiss was a blur of emotions. Sophie lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with the overwhelming intensity of what had just transpired. The feel of Luca’s lips on hers, the way his body had leaned into hers, the electric charge that had sparked between them—everything was still fresh in her memory. She had never imagined that the connection she’d been feeling with Luca could reach this point, but now that it had, she wasn’t sure what to do with it.
The house was quiet, the only sound the faint rustling of the wind outside the window. Sophie turned over, hugging the pillow to her chest. She couldn’t help but think about Luca—about his eyes, the vulnerability that had shown in them for just a split second before he’d kissed her. He had been holding back,
