CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE

LUCA'S POV.

Scarlett was looking at me with a mix of surprise and confusion and I just stood, unmoving, not knowing what to say to her. We both stared for hours in my head, eyes fixed on each other with intensity.

I knew what I was feeling as I stared at her, but I wasn't quite sure what the intense look in her eyes meant.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, voice sharp and void of any friendliness. Hmm. I guess she was choosing to return back to our usual ways. That was a good choice. I needed her to put in the effort to stop the attraction between us because I wasn't very sure my efforts were going to be enough going forward.

"This is my house and my gym," I said, walking further into the room. "I can be here whenever I want."

She rolled her eyes and wiped the sweat that had formed on her forehead and neck with a towel and an image of me and her tangled together under the sheets all sweaty and exhausted flashed in my head, and my throat went dry.

Stop it now, brain. Please ju