I woke at the break of dawn the next morning feeling more rested than l'd felt in a long time. Getting out of bed quietly so as not to wake Luca, who was still
sleeping soundly on the floor, I left the bedroom and went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
I sat out on the back deck drinking it, watching the purple sky slowly fade to pink and then orange. I tried not to spend those solitary, peaceful moments thinking solely of Luca.
But I failed.
He was all I could think of.
His perfect tan skin.
Obsidian-black hair that curled just so.
Gorgeous green eyes that almost glowed in their intensity. Supple pink lips that were always plastered in a sexy half-smile. Not to mention a body that would have inspired Bernini himself.
And that damned pet name.
Every time the word 'amore' sl
