She paused, hands stilling on the sheet. "Yes, I did."
"Why?"
"Because you're drunk. And because if you wake up sick and miserable tomorrow, you'll be even more unbearable than usual."
Luca's hand slipped out from beneath the linen and closed around her fingers.
"Why are you here, Vee?" he asked quietly.
"I came to say thank you for bringing me my sister."
He nodded once and sank deeper into the pillow. The movement felt dismissive, as if her thanks were a formality he didn't need.
Vee hesitated, reading his silence all wrong. They fought too often, screamed too loud, bled each other with words that never quite healed. Maybe he thought she was lying. Maybe he thought she was here out of obligation. So she leaned down, ignoring the warning bells in her head, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
