Yep, he’s said it. He’s done it again. And that look of shock on her face saddens him. Suddenly, she isn’t aroused anymore, the sparkle of desire in her eyes lost as his words register in her mind.
However, there’s a softness underlying her hard gaze, of mild confusion maybe. As if she feels the same way about him.
It should be scary to him, he’s aware. That she’s giving him that same look of disapproval again. But the way she’s gazing up at him, with those wide, glassy eyes, swollen lips, has him so f*****g obsessed.
Obsessed in ways that he can’t even begin to explain. For the first time, Luca’s unable to think straight and make solid sense, and she doesn’t even care.
She doesn’t care because she wants none of it. What they both share, should be strictly s****l. The relation between
