Liam and I lay in bed, our bodies intertwined and our chests rising and falling in harmony. My eyes flutter open, and my gaze meets his. He smiles, tracing a finger along the curve of my jaw.

“Como te sientes?” he whispers softly.

I take a deep breath, reveling in the weight of his arm draped across my back. I feel content–blissfully content.

“Me siento bien,” I respond, grinning at him.

“Well, seems like I am not the only one that Chiara has been teaching Spanish.”

“There’s a lot of books here,” I say. “It’s also easy to get a bit from their language.”

He cradles my face in his...