The rest of the day went by quickly with Luca's words playing in my head.
I managed to finish almost everything and late in the afternoon, the four of us were at our parents' house setting everything up.
Letting out a breath, I straightened up and looked into the living room where Luca and Mateo were putting up party strings and balloons.
I couldn't help but notice how Luca's muscles looked against his tight white shirt and how his jeans were dangerously low on his hips.
"What are you staring at?" I jumped, nearly dropping the glass bowl I was holding.
"Nothing." I answered, turning to look at Gracie who was smirking at me for some reason.
"Really? Because it looked as if you were staring at hot and sweaty Luca over there." She said, wiggling her eyebrows.
I flushed red and looked a
