Alice
“What are you look at?” Subconsciously my hand went to my chin, eating sauce-covered chicken wings probably wasn’t my cleverest idea. I no doubt had dribbled some of the scorching red concoction on myself.
“You” Luca’s voice was teasing but his eyes held a softness I hadn’t seen in them before, it made a nice change to the hardness that I had been seeing more and more often since I had arrived Stateside.
“Do I have something on my face?” I couldn’t help it my lips parted as the thick pad of his thumb swiped over my bottom lip. He let out a deep breath, eyes finally leaving my face though his thumb didn’t move. His eyes scanned the near-empty diner. And I could tell just by looking at the expression on his face what he was thinking.
I was thinking about it as well. One ni
