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Gianna’s POV
When I heard the knock on my hotel room door, I groaned. I was in the middle of enjoying my first free morning since this trip started—still in my pajamas, with a cup of coffee in hand and no intentions of leaving this room. Matteo and I had finally gotten separate room, which meant I was free from any disturbances or intrusions whatsoever, but now, it seems I spoke too soon.
“Gianna, open up.”
Matteo’s voice. Of course.
I rolled my eyes, setting the coffee down and padding to the door. When I opened it, Matteo stood there looking annoyingly fresh in jeans and a dark t-shirt, his hands shoved casually in his pockets.
“What?” I said, leaning against the doorframe.
“You’re not doing anything today.”
“I am doing something,” I countered. “I’m relaxing. It’s called self
