- ARIA
The tension in the kitchen was thick enough to choke a wolf.
I stood by the sink, trying to scrub the feeling of "shame" off my face with freezing well water, when Luca strolled in like he owned the molecules in the air.
He didn't look like a man who had slept on a floor or gotten slapped. He looked like a predator who’d just finished a very satisfying hunt.
I reached for my toothbrush—a cheap, plastic thing Brandon had bought yesterday—only to find Luca already had it in his mouth.
"What are you doing?" I snapped, my voice cracking. "That’s mine!"
He didn't stop. He leaned against the counter, casually brushing away, his eyes locked onto mine with a maddening, playful glint.
He rinsed, spat, and then flashed me a grin that was way too bright for six in the mo
