R O S A L I E
The sound of a knock on Freya's apartment door jolted me from my thoughts the next morning. Freya shot me a panicked look from the kitchen where she was making us both a cup of hot chocolate.
"Are you expecting anyone?" I whispered, my heart starting to pound.
She shook her head, her eyes wide.
The knocking came again, louder this time.
"Stay here," Freya whispered, creeping towards the door.
Freya peeked through the peephole and her shoulders slumped in relief. She turned back to me, mouthing a single word.
"Luciano."
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Of course. Mr. Nine a.m. Sharp.
Freya unlocked the door and pulled it open. Luciano stood there, looking impossibly handsome in a dark leather jacket that gave him that bad boy look. His eyes, howev
