Before the crash, he barely touched me, especially when someone else was around. He only relented when I pushed him into pleasuring me. And he only kissed me once—when we slept together that first time. His behavior has taken a one-eighty after the crash. Sometimes, I find it hard to connect this Luca with the one from before.
Luca
“Didn’t we come for curtains?” I turn to Rosa, who’s browsing the bed throws.
“I’m too old for a pink room. I want to change everything,” she says and picks a faux fur cover in a shade of gray. “I love this! Can we get it?”
“If we have to.” The thing looks like a yak hide.
“Yes! I’ll see if they have cushions to go with it.”
“We should buy one for our room,” Isabella adds.
I look down at her, placing my hand under her chin, and tilt her head up. Big brown
