CHAPTER 30
MAE“s**t …” I mumbled a few days later, fumbling with my keys and my tea from Hot Shots. When I kicked the front door open with my toe, the tea sloshed over the edge of the cup and burned my knuckles, the skin turning red—just like that damn mark on my neck. “Damn it.”
Luca popped his head out of his room and hurried over to take the cup from me. After placing it on the counter, he took my burned hand. “Are you okay, Mae? This tea is still steaming. And your fingers are—”
“I’m good,” I said. Clumsy Mae had spilled her tea on herself more than once, but today, it surprisingly didn’t feel as bad and didn’t hurt as much as it usually did. My hand would’ve gone numb by now.
Still, Luca ran lukewarm water in the kitchen sink and placed my hand under it.
I glanced up at him for a
