I woke up warm.Too warm.For a second, I was disoriented, my brain sluggish as I tried to remember where I was. The scent of Luca—clean soap, mint, and something undeniably him—filled my nose, and it all came rushing back.Last night.The way he touched me. The way he held me like I was something fragile, something precious. The way he kissed me like he was memorizing me.My cheeks burned as I slowly opened my eyes.Luca was still asleep, his arm draped heavily over my waist, his face buried in the pillow beside mine. His dark hair was messy, his lips slightly parted, his breathing slow and steady.And he was shirtless.Oh God.I swallowed hard, my eyes involuntarily trailing over his broad shoulders, down the sharp lines of his chest. My fingers twitched with the memory of tracing over them the night before, feeling the heat of his skin, the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch.Stop staring.But how could I not?This boy—this infuriating, cocky, insanely attractive boy—had spent
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