Getting picked up from such a shady part of the city was not easy. Convincing Matteo to abandon his Range Rover a few blocks from the bar where he’d parked it was even harder. But Matteo was wasted, and I hadn’t driven a car in ages, so, somehow, I managed to do both, and the two of us ended up in the back of an uber.
Matteo was singing “Let it Snow” under his breath, leaning his body against mine with his eyes closed. He was very warm and very heavy, and I was practically suffocating, but like… in a good way.
To be honest, I was just grateful he’d stopped trying to use my hair like a coiled spring and bouncing the curls up and down. That had earned us many awkward glances from people.
His phone was buzzing incessantly, as it had been for most of the night. The boys were each taking
