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 m
I had officially lost my mind.That was the only explanation.Why else would I have grabbed Luca in the middle of breakfast—in front of everyone—and kissed him like I had something to prove?Because I had snapped. That was why.Amanda’s words, her smug little smirk, the constant taunting—I had reached my limit. And instead of ignoring it like I always did, I had thrown gasoline on the fire.And now I was burning.The moment my lips had touched Luca’s, the rest of the world had vanished.I hadn’t thought about Amanda.Or the people watching.Or the fact that Luca was Luca—the same boy I had spent the last few months trying to keep at arm’s length.All I had thought about was him.His hands in my hair. His lips moving against mine. The way he made me feel like the ground beneath me was shifting.And now?Now, I had to deal with it.I practically sprinted out of the breakfast area, ignoring the whispers and the knowing looks.Cassie was right on my heels. “Sienna—”“I don’t want to talk
I couldn’t stop thinking about it.The kiss.Sienna.The way she’d grabbed me in front of everyone, like she’d finally snapped, like she had to prove something—to Amanda, to herself, to me.But she didn’t have to.Not to me.Because I already knew.Knew she wanted me. Knew she felt this, whatever the hell this was, just as much as I did.And now?There was no going back.I leaned against the porch railing, watching the lake, trying to get my head straight.It wasn’t working.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.The fire in her eyes. The way her lips had trembled against mine. The way her whole body had melted into me, like she belonged there.Like she wanted to belong there.And now, she was running.I had seen it the second she stormed off after breakfast, Cassie struggling to keep up.She was panicking. Probably overthinking. Probably trying to convince herself it didn’t mean anything.Too bad for her—I wasn’t letting her do that.The cabin door creaked open, and I turned just as
I should’ve pulled away.I should’ve told him no.I should’ve done something other than let Luca Russo—cocky, infuriating, undeniably irresistible Luca—drag me through the house like I belonged to him.But I didn’t.Because deep down, in the place I tried so hard to ignore, I wanted this.I wanted him.The music pounded through the walls, the thrum of bass rattling through my chest as we weaved past people drinking, laughing, making out in corners like they had nothing to lose.But I barely noticed them.Because all I could focus on was Luca’s hand wrapped tightly around mine.The way his grip never faltered.The way he never once looked back, as if he already knew I wasn’t going anywhere.And the worst part?He was right.We reached the bottom of the stairs, and my pulse kicked up.Oh God.Where was he taking me?I should’ve asked.Should’ve stopped him.But instead, I let him lead me up, past more partygoers, past people I barely recognized.By the time he pushed open the door to hi
The sun was barely rising when I cracked my eyes open, but I knew, before I even turned my head, that I was alone.Sienna was gone.I sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over my face as last night came rushing back.Her lips.Her body pressed against mine.The way she looked at me—like she wanted to stay but didn’t know how.Like she was afraid to want this as much as I did.I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.I should’ve expected this.Sienna had always been the type to run when things got too real.And last night?It was real.Too real.With a grunt, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood, stretching out the stiffness in my muscles. The room was still dark, but I could hear movement outside—the rest of the students waking up, getting ready for the last day of the trip.Right.The trip.The whole reason we were here.It was easy to forget that this wasn’t just some weekend getaway—that we were technically on a school excursion, meant to be soaking up educational
The crisp morning air bit at my cheeks as I stood outside the cabins, watching the sunrise spill soft gold over the hills. The trip was almost over. By this time tomorrow, we’d be back in school, drowning in assignments and pretending like this excursion had been just another ordinary event.But it wasn’t.At least, not for me.Not after last night.Not after the way Luca had looked at me at breakfast—like he wasn’t willing to let me slip away.A shiver ran through me, though I wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or the weight of everything that had happened.“Hey.”Cassie’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned to see her approaching, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. She held it out to me.I took it without question. “Thanks.”She arched a brow. “You okay?”I hesitated, then gave a small nod. “Yeah.”She huffed, clearly unconvinced, but didn’t push. Instead, she glanced toward the mess hall, where students were still trailing in and out, finishing breakfast. “So, what’s o
The bus ride back to school was nothing short of chaotic.The lads were still buzzing from the trip, making noise in the back like they hadn’t just spent the past few days running on barely any sleep. Someone had smuggled a speaker onto the bus, blasting music loud enough that the teachers had already given up trying to control it.I should’ve been right there with them—laughing, messing around, enjoying the last few moments of freedom before we were dumped back into reality.But my head was somewhere else.Or, more accurately, on someone else.Sienna sat near the middle of the bus, headphones in, staring out the window. She wasn’t talking to anyone, wasn’t engaging in the chaos around her.I knew that look.She was overthinking.I sighed, running a hand through my hair.The thing was, I knew what Amanda had said to her. I knew the way her mind worked, how doubt crept in no matter how many times I tried to shut it down.And I hated it.Hated that she still questioned this—us.I wasn’t
I had gotten too comfortable.The trip had been like living in a bubble, where everything outside of Luca and me didn’t seem to exist.But now?Now we were back at school, and reality hit like a slap to the face.I felt it the second I stepped onto campus that morning. The stares, the whispers, the way people’s eyes flickered between me and Luca like we were some new piece of gossip to obsess over.And I hated it.I wasn’t used to this—being the center of attention, having my every move scrutinized. I liked blending in, keeping my head down, avoiding unnecessary drama.But ever since Amanda’s little stunt, that wasn’t an option anymore.“Just ignore them,” Cassie muttered, walking beside me, her arms crossed.Easy for her to say.She wasn’t the one people were whispering about.I exhaled sharply, clutching the strap of my bag. “This is a nightmare.”Cassie rolled her eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”I shot her a look. “Dramatic? Cass, half the school is staring at me right now.”She shr
(Sienna’s POV)The house was alive with laughter, the scent of fresh flowers and warm food mingling in the air as the guests arrived one after another. It felt surreal—this moment, this day. A day that marked the beginning of something far greater than Luca and me. It was the start of a new legacy, a new generation.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace on my white and gold dress. The fitted bodice hugged my waist, the flowy skirt cascading down to the floor in elegant waves. It was tradition to wear white for purity, for new beginnings, and today, everything felt pure.“Are you ready?” Luca’s voice came from behind me, deep and soothing.I turned, and there he was—my husband, the father of my children, the love of my life. He looked breathtaking in his custom-fitted navy-blue suit, the gold cufflinks matching the accents on my dress. His dark hair was styled to perfection, but it was his eyes—the way they softened when they met mine—that made my heart race.“As
(Sienna’s POV)The house was finally quiet. It was a fragile silence, the kind that came after hours of soothing newborn cries, calming restless toddlers, and making sure everything was set for the next day. I stood at the doorway of the nursery, my fingers gripping the frame as I watched my daughters sleeping soundly in their cribs.Elena and Isabella.It still felt surreal, even though I had spent the past eight weeks holding them, feeding them, memorizing every little detail about their tiny features. The gentle rise and fall of their chests, the way Isabella’s little fingers always curled around her sister’s when they were placed beside each other, the way Elena would turn her head in search of my voice.A soft smile tugged at my lips.It wasn’t just them that made my heart feel impossibly full—it was everything. The house, now brimming with life. The sound of Matteo and Alessandro’s giggles echoing through the halls. The way Luca looked at me with a depth of love that made me wea
(Luca's POV) Sienna was asleep.After more than fifteen hours of labor, screaming, crying, and a near bone-breaking grip on my hand, she had finally drifted into a well-earned rest. Her body was utterly exhausted, her face soft in slumber, strands of hair still sticking to her forehead.But me? I couldn’t sleep. Not even for a second.Because right in front of me, in the transparent bassinet beside Sienna’s hospital bed, lay our daughters.My daughters.I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. It didn’t feel real. How could it? One moment, it was just the two of us—just me and Sienna, figuring out life, navigating chaos, and now… now there were four of us.My heart clenched.They were so tiny. So fragile.One of them let out a small, soft sigh in her sleep, her tiny fingers twitching before settling against the soft pink blanket wrapped around her. Her sister lay beside her, her lips pursed slightly, looking just as peaceful.Matteo had arrived with Alessandro a few hours ago, and af
(Luca's POV) Time had never felt so slow and so fast at the same time.The past eight months had been a whirlwind. From setting up the nursery to attending doctor’s appointments, every single day had been a countdown to this moment. And now—now it was here.Sienna was in labor.And I was losing my goddamn mind.I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. I had planned, prepared, and memorized every step of the process. But all of that went out the window the second Sienna gripped my arm and gasped, “Luca… my water just broke.”For a solid five seconds, I stared at her like a complete idiot.Then chaos erupted.“Okay—okay! We’re ready! We have the bag! We have the—where’s my phone?!” I patted down my pockets, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that I barely heard Sienna groan.“Luca,” she exhaled, gripping the kitchen counter as she breathed through a contraction. “Stop panicking.”“I’m not panicking,” I lied, my hands shaking as I reach
(Sienna's POV) The news of our twin girls spread like wildfire. By the time Luca and I had finished calling everyone in our immediate circle, our families had already told their friends, and somehow, I suspected half the neighborhood knew too.Luca’s mother had called again—twice—to ask if she could start planning the baby shower immediately. My own mother had sent me a list of name suggestions before I could even finish breakfast. Even Cassie had texted me with an absurd amount of baby girl outfits she wanted to buy.And through all of this, Luca looked like a man who had been hit by a freight train.“Are you okay?” I asked him as he slumped against the kitchen counter, staring at his phone.He let out a slow breath. “I just got a message from my uncle. He says congratulations, and that we should start looking into bulletproof windows for when the girls are teenagers.”I snorted. “He’s not wrong.”Luca groaned, rubbing his face. “Sienna, do you realize how much trouble I’m in?”I ra
(Luca’s POV)I didn’t know how long I sat there, staring at the ultrasound screen like a man who’d just had his entire world flipped upside down. Twin girls.Two.Jesus Christ.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I tried to process the reality of it. One baby had already been enough to completely wreck me in the best possible way, but two? I was so f***ed.Sienna was watching me, her fingers squeezing mine, probably waiting for me to say something more profound than the string of curses I’d already let loose. But my mind was short-circuiting.Twin daughters.“Luca,” she murmured, her voice softer now, like she was worried about me.I shook myself out of the trance, blinking at her before looking back at the screen, where two tiny, indistinct shapes flickered with life. My daughters.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening with something dangerously close to tears. “They’re so small,” I rasped.Dr. Caldwell chuckled. “That’s because they’re only about ten weeks along. But I
(Sienna’s POV)I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers idly tracing the fabric of my nightgown. The past few months had been a whirlwind—recovery, adjusting back to normal life, and trying to find a sense of peace after everything we’d been through. Luca had been my rock, never leaving my side, always knowing exactly what I needed before I even said a word. And now, as the early morning light filtered through the curtains, I found myself staring down at the pregnancy test in my hands.Two lines.Two lines.I blinked. My breath hitched.No. This couldn’t be right.I grabbed another test from the drawer—one of the fancy digital ones. My hands shook as I followed the instructions, waiting the agonizing minutes for the result.“Pregnant. 3+ weeks.”A choked gasp left my lips. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.Pregnant.I pressed a hand to my stomach, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. We hadn’t been trying, not exactly, but we also hadn’t been preventing it. I
Luca's POV I never thought the sight of home would make my chest ache the way it did today. As the car rolled up the driveway, the massive wrought-iron gates slowly opening, I tightened my grip on Sienna’s hand.“We’re here, baby,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.Her head rested against the seat, exhaustion still etched into her delicate features, but when she lifted her gaze to meet mine, I saw something there—relief. Hope. A softness that had been missing for too long.She smiled, small but real. “Home,” she whispered, as if testing the word on her tongue.It had been months of uncertainty, months of fighting battles that neither of us had been prepared for. The long nights in the hospital, the painful procedures, the endless waiting for answers that never seemed to come fast enough. But we had made it through.And now, we were finally back where we belonged.The front door swung open before the driver even fully stopped the car. My mother rushed out first, wiping her ha
(Sienna’s POV)The hospital doors slid open, ushering in a crisp breeze that smelled like rain-soaked pavement. It was the scent of freedom, of normalcy, of the life we had fought so hard to return to. After what felt like an eternity inside these sterile white walls, we were finally walking out as a family again.Luca held Matteo in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to our son’s temple. Matteo had always been a light sleeper, but today, exhaustion had won, and he rested against his father’s chest, his small fingers curled into the fabric of Luca’s hoodie. Alessandro clutched my hand tightly, his grip firm as if he were afraid someone would try to pull us back inside. He had been so strong through all of this, stronger than any five-year-old should ever have to be.Outside, Dr. Caldwell and Dr. Moreau stood near the entrance, watching us go.“Remember,” Dr. Moreau said, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose, “his immune system is still delicate. Keep him away from crowded places for