And as I do, just for a moment, I let myself imagine what his bare skin would feel like under my fingertips.
A hard shudder passes through Luca’s body.
“God damn it, Ari,” he growls, leaning in –
But I turn my head, and press my eyes shut, and will the dream to end.
My eyes fly open in my bed and I clench my teeth with a groan, turning and burying my face into a pillow to stifle the sound of it.
I spend too long with my face buried in my pillow, feeling sorry for myself, cursing myself vehemently for having a sense of ethics and the willpower to stop Luca from doing something he’d probably regret.
Because god damn it, god damn it I wanted to kiss him.
And now, who the hell knows when I’ll have the chance – because Luca, he just wanted to kiss the figment of his imagination that loo
