Page 98 of Spotlight Hearts

Tasha stands, gathering her things. “I’ll try to run interference as much as I can. Just… keep doing what you’re doing on stage. The majority of the fans liked the change last night. Maybe that’ll be enough for now.”

She leaves the room, the door clicking shut behind her.

The four of us stay for a moment longer.

Michael claps Luca on the shoulder as he passes. “You two are disgusting. But also kind of goals. Don’t fuck it up.”

Min-ho gives us a small nod, before following Michael out.

Then it’s just Luca and me. He turns to me, thumb brushing over my knuckles.

“You okay?”

I nod. “Yeah. Just tired of Harry treating us like his personal content farm.”

Luca’s mouth twists. “Same.”

He steps closer, resting his forehead against mine for a second. The contact is simple, but it settles something in my chest.

“We don’t owe him our private life,” he says quietly. “We can give the fans the show. But we give each other the rest.”

I close my eyes and breathe him in.

“Deal.”

He pulls back just enough to look at me, the corner of his mouth lifting into that familiar flirty smirk.

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here,” he murmurs. “I want to lock us in that master bedroom for the rest of the day and not come out until we’ve both forgotten Harry even exists.”

“We do have over a day before our next concert.”

“Do you think it will be enough time?”

“For?”

He grabs my ass and pulls me flush against him. “To ruin this ass.”

I lick my lips, my cock growing hard. Luca’s eyes drop to my mouth, then lower, dark and hungry. His grip tightens on my ass, fingers digging in just enough to make me feel it.

“Keep looking at me like that,” he says, voice low, “and we won’t even make it back to the hotel.”

I swallow, heat rushing through me. “Then stop talking about ruining my ass and do something about it.”

He laughs and leans in to bite my bottom lip. “Careful, Kai. You keep pushing and I’ll bend you over the nearest flat surface right here.”

My cock twitches at the threat. I can feel him getting hard against my hip, thick and insistent.

“Promises,” I mutter, but my voice comes out breathy.

Luca’s hand slides up my back, under my shirt, palm hot against my skin. “You’re already hard for me again, aren’t you? Such a greedy boyfriend.”

“Shut up,” I say, but I’m smiling as I say it.

He kisses me, until I moan and press against him, then he steps back with a wicked grin and grabs my hand.

“Come on. Van’s waiting.”

We walk out of the conference room together, fingers still laced. The hallway feels too bright, too public, but the heat between us doesn’t fade. Every step makes me more aware of the ache in my body, the way my jeans feel too tight, and Luca’s thumb as it keeps stroking the back of my hand like he can’t stop touching me.