Rose’s POV
Releasing the bottle as if his hands are fire to the touch, I angle my body away from his, pulling my to-go container towards me.
Damn it, Rose.
You shouldn’t have brought that up again.
Stuffing a french fry in my mouth, I take my time chewing, delaying my response.
Kind of hoping he forgets about the question all together as I toss another fry in.
Swallowing, I finally glance up to find Luca patiently watching me.
Waiting for my answer.
Why should it bother me if he knows?
If he is saving himself for his mate, it wouldn’t be for me anyway.
So it totally doesn’t even matter.
Clearing my throat, I grab another bottle from the table and struggle to open it, scowling as I try twisting it before Luca takes it from me and easily pops the lid off with his thumb.
“Thanks.
