“No,” I answer, firmly as I glare at him. I do hope my glare can give him the signal to leave me alone.
But instead, Luca remains calm, he slowly lets go of my wrist as he touches my shoulders. I don’t know why but when he started touching me, my whole body heated up. Is it because of the alcohol? Or his confident gaze has already made me feel this indescribable feeling that I have been experiencing each time we do.
“I want to continue our talk,” he says, carefully. “It might sort everything out if we try. So, can we go back?”
He doesn’t look away nor does he feel awkward with our distance. I feel my face already warmed up--probably worse than it was earlier and I look down, an overwhelming feeling I couldn’t describe.
He is serious, that I can tell. And with that, I reluctantly nod. I
