Chapter Twenty-Five

After the near kiss that I and Luca almost had some weeks before, he had been acting extremely awkward around me.

I guess I also wasn't helping matters with how my face flushed every time we were in the same room.

For the rest of that week, my days had basically consisted of me switching my attention from my phone to the gym to the painting I was making and back.

“Would you like to go with me to Italy?” Luca randomly asked me one day while we were having breakfast.

My fork slipped from between my fingers, falling to the plate.

“Italy?” I asked him incredulously. “You want me to go along with you to Italy?”

He shrugged. “Unless you don't want to go of course. I thought the change of environment might be good for you. I noticed you've been pretty bored these days.”

My eyes widened. “What do you mean ‘not want to go’?” I spluttered like I couldn't believe he would even think that.

“I would love to go to Italy. It seems like such a cool place and I've never been,” I said with a large