Sophia lay wrapped in Julian’s arms beneath the duvet, their bodies still pressed together. His fingers traced lazy paths along her spine as their shared warmth tried to make up for all the lost time apart.

She looked up at him and gently brushed back the stray strands of hair covering his striking green eyes—the same ones she had fallen for from the very first day.

“What are your plans once you leave?” she asked, her thumb lightly stroking his stubble.

“I’ll head back to Paris for a while,” he replied. “We know Arthur is taking Maya on a two-month trip to Santorini, so things should calm down by then....