The soft rays of the morning sun sneaked through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. Barcelona’s awakening city hummed faintly in the distance, its pulse mixing with the tangy salt of the sea breeze that slipped in through the balcony doors left ajar. Amelia stirred beneath the luxurious silk sheets, the softness of the bed so comfortable it almost made her forget the unfamiliarity of the place, the distance from home.
Stretching slowly, her body unfolding like a languid cat, she turned to the other side of the massive bed, only to find it empty, the coolness of the sheets where Damien should’ve been sent an unexpected jolt through her body. For a fleeting second, she wondered if she’d imagined everything—the whirlwind of the past few days, Damien, the opulence of
