Riley POV
Morning came too quickly.
I sat on the edge of the bed with the blanket pulled around me and stared at the packed suitcase beside the door.
For a few seconds, I let myself forget what it meant.
I focused on the warmth behind me instead. Luca’s arm rested across the empty space where I had been sleeping. His face was half-buried in the pillow, his breathing slow and deep. In sleep, the tension had disappeared from his features. He did not look like the famous racing champion whose name appeared in headlines around the world.
He looked like the man who had held me through the night.
The man who had finally admitted he wanted me.
Happiness moved through me before fear followed it.
Last night had been real.
There had been no cameras, no team, and no publicists deciding what
