What's left? Kick me off the roof? Add it to the list.
I look back. Of course. Who else would it be?
Fontana.
"I brought beer," he says. Like this is normal.
Likeanythingabout us is.
He comes closer and swings a bag next to me, all proud. "It's the good stuff," he says. "Not that tragic wine you were drinking last time."
I huff out a laugh, still staring at the lights in front of me. My voice comes out quieter than I mean. "How'd you know I was here, you creep…"
He drops down beside me. "Jin told me," he says simply.
I stare straight ahead. Jin. Traitor.
"What if someone saw you coming up here?" I ask, anxiety kicking back in. "Did they?"
"Don't worry. No cameras. No one knows I'm here." He grabs one of the beers, lifts it to his mouth, and opens it with his teeth.
I stare at him, completely offended on behalf of... everything.
"Are you insane?? Don't ever do that again!"
He just laughs and hands me the bottle like I'm the dramatic one here.
"Why, what are you scared of?" he says. "That I'll ruin my smile and turn ugly?"
I look at him over the rim as I take my first sip.
"You're already ugly, Fontana," I tell him, smiling.
"I hope you brought tissues," he says, taking his own first sip.
"Because I can start crying in the next minute."
I burst out laughing, loudly, because the way he says it with a completely straight face is ridiculous.
It's ironic, really.
Because objectively? He's one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen.
If notthemost.
And that's annoying as hell. Because he's Gio.
But I can't pretend it's not true. He is beautiful in that kind of way that should come with sirens.
Messy hair. Split lip. A faint bruise near his jawline. Every mark on his face screams one thing at me: Stay away.
I look at him. Take a sip.
Gio shifts next to me. "You're staring."
I don't answer. He turns toward me, leans back on one hand.
"Worried about me?"
