Emma
"Luca," I whisper as he leans over me; there's that weird smell of something I do not wish to recall, the past calling me down memory lane, but I push it aside, sighing as I open my eyes into the unfamiliar room that knocks me sideways as the memories of last night come crashing through my mind like a freight train.
I breathe, smelling as I note Niko's manly aftershave surrounding me as if it's enveloping me like a second skin.
"I'm so sorry, bambina... have you rested enough?" Luca asks, his palm cupping my cheek tenderly as if he thinks I might suddenly break before him.
Maybe I will, but I won't allow him to see that, especially not because of the way he's looking at me.
I nod, my throat raw and sore; it's then I know I've been crying in my sleep, my cheeks suddenly feeling w
