Chapter 0293

Luca, true to his word, showers quickly, continuing to tell me about his morning and how his uncle kicked the crap out of him, not impressed at all by anything that he learned at the Academy and taking the day to drill back into him all of his old techniques.

“I mean,” Luca says, turning off the shower. “He’s not wrong I’ve got to remember the basics that I’ve had drilled into me for years, or else I’ll get sloppy. But I did learn some stuff at the Academy, and I’m a little frustrated that he won’t even let me think of incorporating it into any of my strategy.”

“Uh–huh,” I say, completely distracted, sitting prim and straight on the little bench before Luca’s small set of lockers, my hands on my knees, staring at the flimsy curtain, thinking hard about what’s behind it.

I remember, suddenly, the first time that I saw Luca naked – in the locker room, while I was waiting to take my own shower, and I had gone

Watching the water slip down his skin, over his

ely still, just…staring at him.

fill his mouth with it, and then let it spill out over his line

God, god.

rip the curt

  • his head

I want to do is leap forward and

beats me to it.

the curtain back, and

celebrity heartthrob for a reason, and as I stare at

his hips, running a hand through his hair that’s darker now that it’s all wet…I know precisely why he’s almost

He’s just…beautiful.

drift down his body, flicking over his wide, muscled shoulders, toned

determination and training, of hours and hours in the gym, working towards his singular goal of being the best at his art. Over his pecs and his insane abs that ripple like a damn washboard,

at me, clearly intuiting my admiration and enjoying the hell out of my shell–shocked expression, probably

our bond.

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