Maya's POV
I fell asleep on the couch. One minute, I was listening to him talk about the built-in shelves and the angled wall, and the next I was waking up to the lamp still on and a blanket over me that I hadn't put there and Luca was at the other end of the couch with his jacket off and his eyes closed.
I lay still for a moment.
I watched him sleep.
He looked different while asleep. The contained quality was relaxed. The specific stillness he carried when awake softened into something younger. I looked at him in the lamplight and felt the specific ache of it. The good kind. The kind that came from wanting someone and knowing they were actually there.
He'd put a blanket over me.
Then I stayed.
I looked at the ceiling and thought about the board meeting night and the plastic restaur
