Chapter 45

Eliana POV

The birds chirped happily outside my bedroom window, the sun gently pouring in through the cream coloured curtains. I moaned slightly, only for the sound to be cut short when my throat hurt. I'd forgotten about that.

It was difficult to breathe, feeling as if there was a giant weight on my chest. A giant, warm weight… with fingers.

Fingers?

I spun to the other side of the large bed, only to see the back of a head, the straight brunette hair falling gently on the pillow beside me narrowing the potential occupants down to two. The man was lying on his stomach, his head facing away from me while his arm draped against my chest.

The tattoo on his bicep - a swirling mass of twisting ink resembling flames - gave the man's identity away.

Luca.

“What the fuck is he doing in my bed?” I frantically reached out to Ayla. “We didn't… did we?”

One magical time with him was going to have to last a lifetime because there was no way I was giving myself to him again.

“I don't think so