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AUTHOR’S POV
Adeline stirred, warmth cocooning her as she slowly blinked awake. The soft sheets clung to her bare skin, the lingering scent of him still embedded in them, wrapping around her like a second embrace.
She exhaled quietly, stretching slightly before her gaze drifted toward the figure standing by the dresser.
Luciano.
He had just stepped out of the shower, his damp hair slicked back, water droplets clinging to the sharp angles of his face.
Even freshly showered, he carried an edge of danger, his presence filling the room with something dark and possessive.
He was already dressed—black tailored slacks, a crisp white button-down, the top two buttons left undone, exposing the hint of a tanned, sculpted chest.
His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing
