Cara's pov
It was different, the kiss. It was less carnal, less primitive desire and more concrete and profound and charged with inexplicable feelings between us.
Luca kissed me with an ardor, his mouth and tongue gentle yet firm, intense yet soft. I didn't know what to make of it but I knew I loved it.
A lone tear tumbled down my cheek. I was immensely relieved that he was fine, that those terrifying gunshots that rang over and over did not take him down.
I was relieved but I was also a whole lot of other things. And these feelings overwhelmed me. Joy radiated through my heart at seeing him unhurt and very alive but I was haunted by the rising panic of my mind breaking ordeal of fearing for his life.
It was a hard punch to the gut realizing how much I cared. Luca had unconsciously
