The first spill of light crept through the curtains, pale gold brushing over the room.
Noel still slept, one arm tangled in the blanket, his breath steady.
Luca watched him for a moment before slipping quietly from the bed.
He pulled on yesterday's shirt, the fabric cool against his skin, and padded out onto the veranda.
The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth.
A small group was gathered by the path, their voices low and excited.
"Perfect morning for it."
"Best views you'll ever get."
"Nothing beats hiking up there—it's like the world opens up just for you."
Luca leaned against a post, listening.
The word date caught his ear. He smiled faintly. That sounds like something he'd never agree to. Which means I have to try.
The guesthouse owner stepped out, balancing a tray of steaming cups. "Good morning."
"Morning," Luca said.
"You slept well, I hope?"
"Better than I thought." His eyes flicked back to the hikers.
