I wake the next morning to memories of what happened last night with Matteo flashing through my mind. Stretching, I smile and sink further into the soft covers.

The other side of the bed is empty.

I push the pang of disappointment from my mind. Just because he said all the words I wanted to hear doesn't mean that we've somehow become embroiled in a relationship.

I told myself that I would enjoy whatever this is between us and that's exactly what I plan to do. I refuse to ...