The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0962

"I've been really busy," I say, wrinkling my nose at him, unable to help my wide smile. God, he's just...so precisely the same, isn't he? All tall and sexy and confident. “You know, since you left me naked and crying on the floor of your bedroom."

"Aw, come on, Ari," Luca says with a sigh, the smile slipping from his mouth, his head hanging. "You have to start right in with that?”

"Where would you prefer I start?" I ask quietly, not wanting to be cruel but also knowing that Luca has just got...such an easy way of turning things in his favor, of making it easy for me to forget that he's ever done anything wrong, ever.

And it usually starts with that pretty smile.

"How about we start with me apologizing?" he murmurs, lifting his soulful brown eyes to mine.

I quirk an eyebrow, letting him know that might be wise.

"That's the only thing that's been ringing in my head for weeks, after all," he says on a sigh. "It killed me, Ariel – after I left, and had like...eight seconds to think about it. I'm so, so fucking sorry - and then when you got kidnapped from that battlefield? And I wasn't there?" He hangs his head again and I see the true grief and regret that haunts him.

"You didn't look very sorry at the start," I say quietly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What?" he asks, lifting his head again, confusion bunching his brows.

I smirk a bit. "I saw the tabloids, Luca,"

turning his head

you were basically posing – you

was not

"Oh

a sigh, grinning at him, unable to help it. "With your shirt just...casually unbuttoned like that?" I roll my eyes, shaking my head at

eyes to mine, apology and

I say, lifting my chin towards his chest. "Let's see

side to side. "And you're already trying to get me to take

"Come on! You got it for me, after all. The least you can do is let

sighs, putting on a great

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has he does his fingers move to the buttons of his black shirt, quickly undoing them until he can pull the fabric aside and I can see it there – my name tattooed in flourishing letters across his chest,

he asks, low. "What do you

is lovely. I mean, I'm no tattoo expert, but whoever did it truly did a fine job. I flick my eyes up to Luca with a smirk as I lean

lounges again against the tree, not bothering to button his shirt up. Again, deliberate. He gives a casual,

I'm well aware, is precisely how

all-dark and moody and

his looks were always the weapon against which

my head to the side,