Luca's POV
A knock interrupted us, making me pull Mara onto the couch next to me and cover her legs with a throw blanket. A kitchen maid came in with two trays of food and orange juice. "Thank you", I murmured. The maid nodded and promptly left the room. I glanced over at Mara, who almost looked shell-shocked. "Are you okay, piccola?", I asked softly, stroking her neck.
"Yeah, I am just nervous", she murmured reluctantly. "Nervous of what?", I questioned gently. "Nervous of my feelings for you", she admitted timidly. I slowly pulled the throw blanket off of her silky bare legs. "And what are those feelings, bambina?", I murmured, stroking her legs.
Mara's legs parted slightly, as a stuttered breath left her lips. "They make me nervous, because I don't know. I can't pinpoint the feelin
