“Well,” I say quietly, my stomach filled suddenly with butterflies as those sparkles suddenly appear in the air – the embodiment of the…whatever it is between us that happens when we touch. “What if it’s not an experiment?”
“How could it not be?” he murmurs, pulling me a little closer – and, damn it, but I let him. I can’t not – god, it’s just too hard to resist. I can smell him, and the closeness of him, the warmth of him –
It’s just too damn much, and I’m weak with wanting him, being the only one putting up any barriers here.
“Luca,” I sigh, letting myself lean into him just a little bit, looking up at him with wide eyes as one of his arms slips around my back. “What if it’s not a dream? What if it’s real?”
“You know I kept thinking all night?” he murmurs, ignoring my words and tigh
