Tabitha’s POV
I peel my wet shirt off slowly, trying not to wince at how it clings to my skin. The fabric is heavy with rain. It’s chilly and sticky against my back that I’m positive I’ll be catching a cold first thing in the morning. I have to tug hard to get it over my head, and by the time it’s off, my hair is plastered to my neck and shoulders. My white bra is also on full display. I throw a conscious look at Luca whose eyes never left me since he handed me his jacket.
“Turn around,” I say sharply.
Luca doesn’t budge. His head tips slightly, like he heard me but isn’t sure I deserve to be listened to. His eyes stay right where they are—on me.
“What?” he says, feigning innocence. “I thought you enjoyed having an audience.”
My cheeks flare with heat. I throw the wet shirt at him wit
