ALINA
Luca didn't celebrate his birthday?
With my back arched and his fingers around my thighs, it was impossible to move.
I placed my face flat on the sheets so I could meet his eyes. They were already feasting hungrily on my face.
"Why not? Why don't you celebrate your birthday?"
He shrugged, a careless up and down of his shoulders that didn't divulge any information. The intimacy between us broke and he settled on the bed beside me.
"I told you. Growing up, birthdays wasn't prioritized, especially after my mother died. My father made sure Sofia's birthday was celebrated, but I was trained to be a man from the beginning."
I turned over onto my knees and sat beside him, taking his fingers. "We're going to celebrate your birthday."
It tore my heart that he'd grown
