“Stay in bed.” Luca tells me in a low husky baritone. In truth, we’ve been in bed for quite a long time... the bed and the shower. Multiple times. Too many times.
“I have school.” I tried to slide away from his grasp but Luca didn’t let me go. I didn’t put up a fight either, I was so sore but in a good way.
Luca closed his eyes, arms enclosed around my waist. He pulled me close, burying his face on my neck where the mark is. He took a deep breath, enjoying my scent. “Hmmm...”
“What is it?” I whisper breathlessly, my voice hitching as his lips teased and ran along my raw feeling skin. “Did you mean what you said?”
“Yes.” He says, sounding muffled by how he continued to take deep breaths under my jaw.
“Which one?” I ask, feeling Luca readjust himself until he’s on top of me. Mischiev
