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It feelsfine.

Out of everything you did wrong today, my least favorite mistake is–

Chapter 28

Tilly

The house is quiet when I slip into the kitchen.

The girls are still dead asleep, their snores echoing faintly through the walls.

I’m pouring myself coffee when I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

Warm, familiar, and steady.

“Good morning, Luca,” I say softly, smiling before I even turn.

“Hi,” he murmurs against my neck, voice still heavy with sleep. “What’re you doing up so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” I stir the coffee lazily. “Zara’s snoring like she’s auditioning for a tractor commercial.”

He laughs that low, sleepy laugh that always makes my stomach twist in the best way.

He moves beside me, reaching for the cereal, and the air feels fuzzy.

Everything about him just calms the noise inside my head.

Everything seems to go slowly with him around.

“I told the girls about my nights yesterday,” I tell him quietly, pouring a second cup for him.

He looks up. “Yeah? How’d that go?”

I shrug, handing him the mug. “Better than I expected. I guess,” I smile a little. “I guess I’m kinda loveable.”

He grins.“You guess?” He nudges my shoulder. “I know you are.”

We carry our coffee to the couch, and Luca throws a blanket over both of us before I can protest. His arm slides around me automatically, and I curl into him, resting my head on his chest.

His heartbeat is slow and steady — the safest rhythm I’ve ever known.

“What are we watching?” he asks, his voice rumbling against my ear.

I tilt my head up and smile. “We Were Liars?”

He gives me that look, telling me I’m totally winning. “You and your sad movies…”

“Please?” I pout, widening my eyes until he groans. “Last time we watched Up!”

“Fine,” he sighs dramatically. “But if you start crying, I’m not handing you tissues this time.”

“I have your shirt…” I tease.

“You have my everything, T.”

I feel slightly dizzy.

While he scrolls for the series, I stare at him — the way the morning light hits his face, how his hair is sticking up on one side, the tiny half-smile that tugs at his lips.