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When they reached the resistant a cozy, laxen tota spa trestling with dates and year) suguns ne sotted leaned back in his chair, sighing dramatically. “I’m tw full tur dider’t we haww the fanney to lend achosales fotot e The gleam in Luca’s eyes matched Mico’s, and they avelianged a conspira prin e fresh they was yema
“You’re spoiling him!” she scolded, more serious this time, crossing her arts with a look that dared him to Coogan
Luca only shrugged, barely suppressing a smirk. He leaned closer, his toreter, as if sharing a senest only fox he was. “Come on, haar, t him enjoy today. Happiness like this won’t come so easily for him soon..he words trailed off, the better yet only a
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didn’t want her to hear–but she did.
The moment Luca’s words left his mouth, he could see their effect on Amber War anda lebat, and the warmth in her eyes destes, ter gar dropping to some point in the distance. It was as if he’d accidentally tuzzed on a thread that held a lot more wife to herd anticipated, unraveling something raw that she’d tried to keep tucked away.
Damn it, Luca thought, feeling a pang of regret. He’d been so focused on sharing this lighthearted moment with Nes, wanting to let the boy enjoy a carefree day, that he hadn’t thought twice about his words. The reminder of life’s complications badart just bung–it had taken the air from her. He hadn’t meant to bring up anything dark, certainly not the worries they were all carrying
“Amber…” he murmured softly, reaching for her hand, but she pulled back just slightly, not enough to be obvious, but enough for him to feel t He’d wanted this to be a moment of peace, a small escape, not a reminder of all the things weighing on them. He held back an apology. knowing that anything he said now would probably fall flat. Instead, he stayed quiet, hoping she’d come back to the present moment with
them.
“Amber, mía passerotta…” Luca’s voice was soft, a note of tenderness woven into the words. He leaned closer, lifting her chin with gentle fingers so she had no choice but to look at him directly. “No one will be sad today–not even you.”
The endearment lingered between them, and she felt herself almost flinch at the sound of it. Mia passerotta, he had called her, my sparrow. It had been years since she’d heard him say it, but the memories came rushing back. The warmth of his gaze, the softness in his voice, and the way he seemed to see right through her–they pulled her unwillingly back to when things were different, when they were just the two of them in a world that had felt so much smaller, and so much simpler.
Back then, Luca had explained the name to her with a little laugh, telling her that the color of her hair, the shape of her smile reminded him of the sparrows that used to nest around his family home. She’d teased him, called him overly sentimental, but she had secretly loved it. There was a playful sweetness in it, something she hadn’t realized she needed until he’d given it to her.
Those memories were rich with stolen moments–summer afternoons lying together, her head resting against his shoulder, his arm looped around her waist as they lay wrapped in each other’s warmth. They’d stayed like that through countless siestas, whispering stories and secrets, touching as if there were no one else in the world. It hadn’t been enough for them to keep their affection private; they’d been as reckless as two young lovers could be, sneaking around his family’s watchful eyes. She could still remember the thrill of it: stolen kisses behind the towering marble pillars, his hand in hers under the table, the way they’d laugh after pulling off yet another close call.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
