“Sure,” I say, grinning at him and heading for the door, eager to see what the seamstress did to my uniform to make it fit better. Rafe starts to strip off his shirt as I pull the door open, but I’m a little shocked to see Jesse standing right there, waiting for me. He grabs me by the wrist and tu
“Okay, the question of boys aside,” Jesse says, clearly rankled by the diminutive appellation as he steps forward again, “seriously, can we trust you? This is…not a small secret.” “I swear it,” the seamstress says, her eyebrows going up and her face sincere. “Beyond the fact that I will absolutely
“You stay away from my friend,” I snap as we climb back into the elevator. “Absolutely not,” he says, his voice deadpan as the doors shut and we head down, down, down to the ground floor. I’m still panting and gross with sweat an hour and a half later when Jesse and I get back to the room, me st
Luca freezes for a moment before scowling at me and dropping his hand from my shirt, crossing his arms over his chest before he sinks back into the couch cushions, glowering. “No!” I say, throwing myself over the arm of the couch and stumbling my way to the door, my face still pale from my shock.
“Good!” he almost shouts, forgetting himself a little as he jumps off the couch and storms for the door. “So will I!” The door slams as Luca leaves and I gape after him for a moment before slowly turning back to Ben and Rafe, who stare at me. “Seriously,” Rafe says, glancing over towards the doo
Luca’s lips just barely, barely brush mine before I gasp and shove him away. “Luca!” I shout, stumbling backwards a few steps and staring up at him with wide eyes. “Oh my god, Ari!” he shouts, digging his hands into his hair and turning from me in frustration, clenching his jaw. “What – are you
Luca laughs and strides forward, surprising me by taking my face in his hands again. “Ari,” he murmurs, “I don’t care about any of that. All of that is outdated moral bullshit that should be tossed out the window. We get one life, and when you meet someone that you have a connection with? A connecti
Luca’s stumbles again as he holds me up with one arm below my ass, the other still around my waist – but I don’t care. I don’t care at all – don’t care about anything except the taste of his mouth, the feel of his lips pressing against mine again and again. I can only concentrate on the way his to