“And if that wasn’t the sexiest ass thing I’ve ever seen,” he says so proudly while rubbing my leg as we watch Roxy from the bench where we were interrupted earlier.
He rubs harder on my thigh. “I didn’t tell you before, but Thomas has someone,” he whispers to me, like someone will hear us.
“I’m glad he does. He deserves to be happy.”
Using the metal frame, Luca leans his head back; the night now shrouds us. “That he does.”
We sit in the night's silence, both lost in our own thoughts.
“You want to take a walk?” Luca asks.
Crinkling my forehead, “Where, around the graveyard?” I laugh at the craziness that sounds. It’s dark!
“Yes.” He stands up and pulls me along with him.
“Shit,” I yelp out from the unexpectedness as he drags me across the lawn.
“Roxy,” I tell him.
“She’s fine; she’s exploring.”
I look behind me and don’t see her. Knowing she’s doing just that.
We walk across the lawn; the graveyard comes into sight. Old stones block the new ones in the back; an arched gate welcomes those who are rushing for a moment with their dead loved ones. Sprinkled around are flickering lampposts. Loving how Matteo makes it look like there’s a fire burning inside of them. A nod to the days of the past.
Stepping through the threshold and around the tombstones, Luca and I walk hand in hand.
The way you feel alive while visiting a cemetery should be studied. Is it because we’re faced with our own mortality as we walk past those laid to rest, once alive humans? Humans who were fighting their own battles. Some were just falling in love, others fell out, and those who were just complacent with where they were when the clock stopped ticking.
I don’t want to be complacent.
The darkness doesn’t feel so dark out here, with Luca. Nothing now feels dark when I’m with him, now that I have him. Darkness is something I’m no longer afraid of because of Luca.
“You know what I mean?” His voice comes to the forefront of my mind, and I realize he’s been talking this whole time.
“Huh?”
I see his head turn. “You weren't even listening.”
“Sorry. I wasn’t.”
He stops abruptly, yanking me back to his now still body.
“Ah,” comes out when I hit his chest.
“I could have been professing my undying love to you, and you missed it,” he whispers into my ear, his breath tickling. Istand on my tiptoes to get closer to his mouth, enjoying the way he makes my body shiver and feeling goosebumps rise on my arms.
“Then you’ll have to repeat it again.” My hand reaches up to clasp behind his neck, wanting his mouth closer to me.
I turn my head to meet his lips. The kiss starts off slowly, but once his tongue enters my mouth, I lose the option of being slow. I rub mine against his, our saliva mixing, forming the perfect liquid, swallowing it down. The hint of Bourbon on his tongue is intoxicating.
Pulling away from his lips, I say, “We’re in a graveyard, Luca.”
I see his wet lips expand with his smile in the lamppost light. “I know.”
Reaching up, I rub his beard before letting my finger trail his lips. He slowly parts them, his tongue peeking out to lick my fingertip, opening his mouth wider, allowing my finger in. When his lips close around it, I let out a little moan when he adds his teeth, clamping down on my skin. His tongue circles around my finger before he sucks it. “Fuck,” I pant out. This simple act has gotten my panties wet. Biting down harder, a sharp pain radiated up my finger, and my eyes closed before he unclasped his teeth, letting my finger free. I don’t want to take it out; I want him to keep sucking and biting it.
“The things I would do for you, Rowan,” he mumbles around my finger as I take it out of his mouth.
