I slept like a log the moment my head hit the pillow in Mateo's house. The flight, the emotional airport reunion, the car ride through familiar London streets - everything had drained me completely.

Or maybe I was just being dramatic.

When I finally stirred, the room was bathed in soft evening light filtering through the heavy curtains. My body felt heavy in the best way, limbs loose and warm under the thick duvet.

I stretched slowly, a small groan escaping as my back arched. That's when I noticed him.

Mateo was sitting in the armchair across from the bed, elbows on his knees, chin resting on his clasped hands....