His eyebrows go up. Both of them. Way up. “What?”
I tilt my head. “What, what?”
“You’re not enrolled in classes?”
“No.”
“But you come to campus?”
“Yes.”
“And go to Lil’s classes?”
“Yes.”
“And do… what?” he asks, looking adorably confused.
I shrug a shoulder. “Whatever I feel like at the moment. I made bracelets last week.”
“Why?”
“I like bracelets.” I wave my arms round, making the beads clink together.
“No. Why do you come here?”
“Someone needs to drive her, and I get bored at home without her,” I say, not wanting to let on to just how codependent Lil and I are.
“The instructors don’t have a problem with this?” His head swivels between us.
“Not usually, after we show them our note,” Lil says.
His eyebrows go up another notch. I think they’re legitimately trying to crawl up into his hair. “You have a note?”
“Of course we have a note,” I scoff. Unzipping a pocket in my purse, I pull out a folded-up piece of paper and hand it to Luca. My fingertips brush his, sending a sharp zap through my body. His blue eyes dart to mine just long enough to make me think maybe he felt it, too.
Clearing his throat as he unfolds the note and reads it aloud. “To whom it may concern, Ariana DeVille shall be allowed to accompany Lilith DeVille anywhere on campus as her emotional support human.” He looks up from the paper. “This is handwritten.”
“So?” I ask.
“And you signed it yourself.”
“Well, I wrote it.” My forehead crinkles, pulling at my stitches.
Luca pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering, “Jesus Christ.”A heavy sigh slips from between his full lips. Shit, how long have I been staring at his lips? “And this works?” he asks.
“Most of the time, yeah. If they give us any grief, ask if they want one signed by Dad, and that shuts them right up.”
“I bet it does.” He looks down again, flipping the paper over. “Why is it ripped around the edges?”
“I may have given Lil’s number out a few times.”
His chin raises, his blue eyes dancing with amusement as they meet mine.
“Hey, you gave yours out, too!” Lil blurts out.
I watch that amusement in Luca’s eyes morph into something darker. Could he maybe… nope, not going there. He’s not jealous. He doesn’t like me that way.
Snatching the note from between Luca’s fingers, I fold it up and shove it back in my purse before addressing Lil. “One time. Like a year ago.”
