I thanked Luca for helping me and close my bedroom door behind me, heart still racing. Sam steps out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, steam trailing behind her like a cloud of mischief.
I slide down the door and rest my head on my knees. What the hell just happened downstairs? His voice, his touch, the way he looked at me like I was already his… I’m not sure if I want to scream or melt.
Sam cracks open a soda and flops onto the bed. “What’s going on? Did something happen?”
I tell her everything—how Luca cornered me in the kitchen, whispered things that made my knees weak, and nearly kissed me.
“Oh my God, really? That’s kinky.”
“Sam!!”
“What? It’s hot. Don’t knock it till you try it, girly.”
“Okay, new subject. Please.” I beg, cheeks burning.
She grins and checks her phone. “Mik
