Caught in the Storm (Luca & Sienna)

I woke up to warmth.

Soft. Comfortable. Dangerous warmth.

For a second, I forgot where I was.

The rain had slowed to a soft drizzle, the occasional rumble of thunder still rolling in the distance. The tent smelled like damp fabric, grass, and something undeniably Sienna.

And then I realized—

She was still wrapped around me.

Her head rested against my chest, her fingers curled into my hoodie. One of her legs was tangled with mine, and my arm was still draped over her waist, holding her way too close.

Fucking hell.

I forced myself to stay still, even as every muscle in my body screamed to do the opposite.

I should wake her up.

I should move.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I let my eyes trace the curve of her cheek, the way her lashes rested against her skin.

She looked so soft like this.

So unguarded.

I had the sudden, reckless urge to run my fingers through her hair, to tilt her chin up and kiss her awake.

Instead, I swallowed hard and forced myself to breathe.

What the fuck was happening to me?

And then—

“Sienna—what the hell?!”

A loud zip ripped through the air as our tent was yanked open.

I barely had a second to react before Sienna bolted upright, her eyes wide and unfocused.

“Wha—?”

Cassie stood at the entrance, hands on her hips, mouth hanging open.

Ethan was right behind her, arms crossed, his face a perfect mix of amusement and judgment.

Sienna blinked, still half-asleep. “Cassie?”

Cassie’s eyes narrowed.

Sienna followed her gaze—right to me.

Right to the fact that I was still lying down, still very much in her space, still wearing the smuggest fucking grin because—

Well.

This looked really bad.

“Oh my God,” Sienna groaned, shoving at my chest. “Luca, move.”

I could’ve moved.

I should’ve moved.

But where was the fun in that?

“Don’t wanna,” I muttered, stretching lazily, making a show of it.

Cassie gasped. “You slept together?!”

Ethan snorted. “Mate, tell me she at least made you suffer for it.”

Sienna shoved me again. “Nothing happened!”

I sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

She kicked me.

Hard.

I groaned, rolling away just as she scrambled out of the tent.

Cassie caught her by the arm, dragging her away while whispering something I was sure I wasn’t meant to hear.

Ethan just stood there, shaking his head.

“Gotta say, Russo,” he drawled, “this is a new low—even for you.”

I stretched again, completely unbothered. “Jealous?”

He barked out a laugh. “Of getting bitched out by Cassie first thing in the morning? Pass.”

I smirked, finally standing up. “Admit it, though—you love the chaos.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get some food before Cassie murders you.”

Sienna

I was going to die.

That was it.

That was the only explanation for the absolute mortification flooding my system as Cassie dragged me toward the breakfast area.

“I cannot believe you,” she hissed. “You slept with Luca Russo?!”

“I did not,” I snapped, yanking my arm free.

Cassie narrowed her eyes. “Then why did I just catch you cuddled up with him like a damn romance novel heroine?”

I groaned, rubbing my temples. “It was the storm, okay? I didn’t mean to—it just…happened.”

Cassie crossed her arms. “Sure it did.”

I groaned again, collapsing onto one of the picnic benches.

This was not how I’d wanted to start the morning.

“Look,” I said finally, “it was just—”

“Sienna!”

A very familiar, very unwelcome voice interrupted me.

I barely had time to register the sound before Amanda fucking Miller appeared, a smirk plastered across her face.

Great.

Fucking great.

She slid onto the bench beside me, her too-perfect hair barely affected by the storm last night.

“Imagine my shock when I heard that sweet, innocent little Sienna spent the night alone with Luca.”

I clenched my jaw. “It wasn’t like that.”

Her smirk widened. “Of course not.”

Cassie, bless her, stepped in. “What do you want, Amanda?”

“Oh, nothing.” Amanda sighed dramatically, twirling a strand of her hair. “Just wondering how long it’ll take before Luca gets bored and moves on.”

I stiffened.

Amanda leaned in. “You do know you’re not the first girl he’s kept warm at night, right?”

I hated how my stomach twisted at her words.

Hated that she had even a fraction of an effect on me.

Before I could come up with a response, a shadow fell over the table.

Luca.

And he did not look happy.

He sat beside me, draping his arm across the back of my seat, pulling me just close enough to make a point.

Amanda’s smirk faltered.

Luca smiled. “Something you wanted to say, Miller?”

She hesitated.

For a second, I thought she might actually back off.

But of course not.

She leaned forward, eyes locked on mine. “Just making sure Sienna knows what she’s in for.”

Luca’s jaw ticked.

Amanda’s smirk returned.

And I—

I realized something.

I was tired of this.

Of Amanda’s mind games. Of the constant back and forth. Of feeling like I was waiting for something to go wrong.

So I turned to Luca, grabbed his hoodie in both hands—

And kissed him.

Right there.

In front of everyone.

His entire body tensed—then melted.

One second, he was caught off guard.

The next, he was all in, deepening the kiss, one hand curling around my waist, the other threading into my hair.

Gasps and whistles rang out around us, but I didn’t care.

I only cared about the way Luca pulled me closer, the way his lips moved against mine, the way he made me forget—

Forget Amanda.

Forget everything.

By the time I pulled away, my heart was pounding.

Amanda’s smirk was gone.

And Luca—

Luca was grinning.

“Well,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “That was unexpected.”

I swallowed hard.

Yeah.

It was.

But as I looked at Amanda’s stunned face, the pure satisfaction in Luca’s eyes, I decided—

I didn’t regret it.

Not even a little.