I woke up, and the first thing I felt was the ache.
It wasn't a bad ache. It was the kind of pain that reminded me I was alive.
And that I belonged to him.
The penthouse was quiet, but the air felt charged. Like a storm was about to break. I looked at the bedside table. There it was. My wedding ring. A heavy band of platinum.
I picked it up. It felt like a shackle.
Then I remembered last night. The way Luciano held me. The way he claimed me while he was still bleeding.
I slid it onto my finger. It didn't feel like a shackle anymore. It felt like a promise.
"You're finally awake," a voice rasped from the door.
I jumped, pulling the sheet to my chest. Luciano was leaning against the frame. He had a glass of bourbon in his hand. At nine in the morning. Typical.
He was shirtless. The
