Serenity
The phone call hung in the air between us like an unwanted guest, the buzzing in Luca’s hand an irritating reminder of the world beyond the moment we were caught in. He glanced at the screen, his expression immediately shifting, his shoulders tense, like the mere thought of whatever was on the other end of the call was enough to c***k the fragile barrier between us.
He took the call quickly, stepping away from me with a soft murmur, something about needing to take this. But I knew better than to be fooled by the politeness of his words. I could see it in the way his jaw tightened, in the way his fingers clenched around the phone. Whatever the call was about, it was urgent. It was important. And in that moment, it was more than enough to pull him away from me—away from the fragil
