Leona stepped through the doorway of Luca's treehouse and immediately felt her breath catch.
This had been a guest house once. A grand, functional space for visitors passing through the village.
But now it was Luca's home, and she could feel his presence in every corner.
The books stacked neatly on the shelf.
The strange artifacts from his world arranged on the windowsill.
The faint scent of him and something else, something warm and masculine lingering in the air.
But just as she reached out toward one particularly shiny object, Luca suddenly handed her something.
"Wear this, Leona."
She took it automatically, confused for a moment, until she realized it was a dress. A very revealing black lace lingerie set.
Leona's cheeks flushed bright red in an instant.
She held the delicate, barely-there garment up and stared at it, then looked back at Luca with wide eyes.
