After Luca left that night, I couldn’t stop replaying what had happened over and over again in my mind. His scent clung to my skin life a blanket and I refused to take a shower before I went to sleep.
His dominance made him even more attractive. I had never seen that side of him like that. Of course not… I could only imagine what it would be like when we were even more intimate. Would he be gentle? I still didn’t know the extent of his feelings for me. He was obviously jealous of my imaginary boyfriend...he had said he was planning to tell me how he felt when I turned 18.
I would have never even imagined Luca to find me the least bit attractive. He had just been through so many beautiful women that I couldn’t even compare to. Why me? I mean really...I was hoping that I wasn’t just anot
