Riley POV
Luca’s question stayed between us beneath the lights of Monaco.
“Do you regret kissing me?”
The city stretched below the balcony, bright and beautiful, while the sea reflected gold from the harbor. Music drifted from somewhere in the distance, mixed with the soft sound of traffic and voices far below. The night should have felt peaceful.
Instead, my heart was beating so hard that I could barely hear anything else.
Luca stood only a few steps away.
He watched me without looking toward the sea, the boats, or the city. All of his attention rested on my face, waiting for an answer I had already known from the moment he asked.
I did not regret the kiss.
I regretted everything around it.
The silence the next morning. The quick way he had agreed it was a mistake. The boundaries
