Lia’s pov

The morning was leisurely, peaceful, and cozy. Lia moved a bit, sensing the pressure of Dante’s arm around her waist. His breath was calm on the nape of her neck. For a change, there was no rush, no stress—only this. A faint voice interrupted the quiet. "Are you all awake?" Lia grinned, her eyes remaining shut. She didn't have to glance to realize Luca was next to the bed, sketchbook in hand. Dante moaned into the cushion. "Negative." Luca paid no attention to him. “I would ...