I woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and coffee.
The sunlight was streaming through the big windows of the master bedroom and l laid there for a moment, just breathing. My ribs still hurt, but the pain felt manageable now.
I looked at the pillow next to me. It was empty, but I could still feel the warmth where Luca’s body was.
I sat up slowly, using my good arm to push myself against the fluffy white pillows. Just as I was settling, the bedroom door opened quietly.
Luca walked in. He was freshly showered and shaved. He looked handsome, and I was in awe with him all over again. He was carrying a tray with a glass of orange juice and a plate of food.
"You're awake," he said. A small, genuine smile touched his lips. It wasn't the smirk he used to give me. It was a kind sm
