NADIA'S POV
Having lunch with Luciano felt like a century, as I tried to finish my food quietly and pretend to not notice his stares on me. But the tense silence was almost suffocating, as I could feel his gaze, heavy, serious, as if studying my every movement.
I glanced up and accidentally met his Intense gaze, my heart skipped and instantly averted my gaze, embarrassed.
“What's going on in your mind?” He suddenly asked, his voice calm, almost detached.
I looked up at him again, trying to hold his gaze this time, but the weight of his attention felt too much, and I looked down collecting my thoughts. “I’m tired of staying in the door, every passing day.” I finally said, my voice soft.
I was about to say another thing but trailed off, realizing how vulnerable I must have sounded. I r
