"You look like you're trying really hard not to stare."
Fuck.
He knows. He knows. I look away.
My dick is raging, straining against my pants like it wants to rip free and go after him on its own.
He smirks, walks to the door, and doesn't even look back. I stand there, trying not to rip the room apart.
Because the truth is I don't think I've ever seen anything hotter in my fucking life.
And I can't touch it. I can't even want it.
So all I can do is destroy it. Or let it destroy me.
Rava
The bathroom door swings open and Lorenzo steps out, sunscreen all over his face, wearing nothing but swim trunks.
He spots me with a towel in my hand and no shirt on and instantly lights up.
"Okay, thank god one of you isn't boring," he says, looking straight at Gio.
"Bravo, Rava. Didn't think you'd actually come with me."
I shrug, trying to keep it casual. "Better than sitting here all day."
He laughs, slapping me lightly on the shoulder as he walks past.
Then he comes back. "Wait. What?!?!"
He grabs my shoulder and spins me around.
"MADONNA MIA! What in the horny universe is that??" he yells.
His hand lands on my back, right over the tattoo.
"Is this permanent?!"
I laugh and glance at Gio.
"Yeah. Judging by how much it hurt, I'm gonna say it's pretty permanent."
Lorenzo squints at the tattoo. "Did it hurt a lot? Be honest. I wanna do mine too but I'm a little bitch."
I look at Gio again, just to make sure he's listening.
"Oh, it hurt," I say. "A lot."
He looks interested, so I keep going.
"At first… it was kinda manageable. But then it just kept going deeper. Same spot, over and over, until my whole back was on fire."
Gio's staring.
"I was shaking at one point," I add. "Had to bite down on my arm so I wouldn't make too much noise."
Lorenzo winces. "Jesus."
