I sat on the couch with a glass of whiskey in my hands.
When Massimo asked what I wanted, all I could think of saying was whiskey so he got it for me.
"Thanks," I mumbled as he reached to pour more into my glass.
I forced a small smile and he gave a nod before returning the bottle to the slab.
"So what do you want to do?" He asked.
I hadn't thought of it yet, I just wanted to be out of the house.
It happened in such a rush; the invitation and getting to his place. I couldn't stop thinking of how different Luciano was acting.
He was acting all free and he barely said a word to me when h saw I was leaving the house.
As usual, I expected him to yell and ask me to change my outfit but he didn't.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I thought of what could have been going through his m
