“Nice boy band posters you have on your walls.” His smirk and teasing tone make it even harder to not smile.
“Like you didn’t put a poster of Harry Styles on your wall when you were fifteen.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “Nah, I was more of a Niall Horan guy.”
I can’t contain the gigglesnort that bubbles out. He doesn’t seem to mind them. He’s blocking the doorway and doesn’t move when I step toward him. I look up, and he reaches a hand out to rub a piece of the blue hair that used to be pink between his thumb and fingers.
“Get bored of pink or something?”
“Or something.”
“I liked the pink, but I think I like the blue even better. It looks good on you.” Then his eyes shift to my nose.
He leans down and gently kisses the new piercings, light as a feather—but it feels like a truck slamming into my heart. “So do these,” he whispers with his lips hovering over my skin. When I recover from the full-body tremble his whisper sentthrough me, I pull my hair back and turn slightly, showing him my ear.
“I got that done today, too.”
He lightly kisses me there as well. I turn my head and do the same to his cheek before ducking under his arm and out the door.
“Let’s go, Beefcake, I’m starving.”
Chapter 27
Sharing is caring
Luca
Ifollow Ariana out of her room. I’d follow that girl anywhere and not just to stare at her ass.
That’s one hell of a perk, though.
At dinner, Marco and I are vague about the business we attended to since Mia doesn’t want to know details. I wonder if Ariana cares one way or another.
Ariana cuts her steak into bites first and puts some onto a separate plate. “What’s this?” I point to it with my steak knife.
“That’s the stuff Ari can’t eat. The fat and all the good bits,” Lil says.
Ariana cringes. “God. The texture. Can’t do it.”
“So, is it up for grabs?” I ask. Ariana nods. I stab a piece off the plate and pop it in my mouth.
“Hey, no fair, that’s mine!” Lil lunges across the table to stab her own piece.
Mia shakes her head. “You have to learn to share, Lil.”
“You told me that when I was five, and I learned to share with Ariana. I’m too old to learn to share with anyone else now.” Shegrowls at me when I move the plate further away from her. “Luca… Something… DeVille! Hey, what the hell is your middle name?”
“I’m never telling.”
“Oh, I’ll find out. And then you’ll be sorry, asshole.”
Ariana grins, her eyes sparkling. I missed seeing that grin and those eyes all damn day long.
After dinner, Marco says, “Luca, let’s head downstairs to the gun range.” He pauses for a second. “Anyone else want to join us?”
Ariana and Lil share a look and do that silent communication thing again.
“Sure. But only if we keep score, and only if it’s boys vs girls,” Lil demands.
