Cara's pov
Luca was nowhere to be found when I woke up. His side of the bed was still warm and I knew it wasn't long ago he left my apartment.
My heart dropped in disappointment. I had expected him to still be here when I got up so we could finally even out our long overdue conversation. I might be pushing it, but I had wanted him to stay for breakfast.
My cheeks heated at the mental image of Luca sitting in my tiny kitchen while he watched me prepare breakfast. We'd eat it before going back to my room for another kind of breakfast.
I released a groggy breath and pushed out of my bed. My legs staggered to the kitchen and I helped myself to a glass of water. Luca had been in my house, had stayed the entire night, yet I wasn't able to establish the boundaries I swore I would.
The real
