Luca dragged himself out of bed. Shit.

He looked back at Audrey’s naked body, barely covered by the sheet. She was still asleep.

He hadn’t meant to sleep with her. He’d come here to end things. Break it off clean. But the second he saw her, touched her—tasted her—he caved. As always. It was like trying to quit smoking. Not that he ever had. But she was addictive.

Maybe that’s why this thing between them had lasted eleven months. The longest he’d ever been with anyone.

He ...