Luca lay on his side, facing you, his hand resting on your waist as you both lay tangled in the sheets. His green eyes studied your face, soft yet clouded with something unspoken. The warmth of your shared moment still lingered, but the weight of reality crept in.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted, his voice low and rough. “She’s been lying to me for years, sneaking around like I wouldn’t notice.” His thumb brushed against your hip, almost absently. “And now I’m here, doing the same thing to her.”

You reached up, your fingers brushing against his jaw as you told him he wasn’t like her. He closed his eyes briefly, as if trying to believe your words.

The sudden buzz of his phone broke the quiet, cutting through the fragile intimacy of the moment. Luca glanced at the glowing screen, her name glaring back at him. He exhaled sharply, tension radiating through his body.

“I don’t want to answer the phone…” he murmured, setting it face down on the nightstand before pulling you back into his arms.