Page 84 of Spotlight Hearts

Luca shrugs, but there’s tension in his shoulders. “I’m tired of letting them turn whatever this is into content. If they want chemistry, they can have what’s real. I’m not performing porn for the cameras anymore.”

My stomach drops. The idea of Luca leaving the band, of him actually walking away, hits harder than I expected.

“I don’t want him to replace you,” I say quickly. “I don’t want you gone.”

Luca’s mouth curves into a slow, teasing smirk. The cocky grin I used to hate curving his lips.

“Oh?” he says, stepping closer. “So you want to keep my spoiled ass around now? After all the times you called me a liability?”

I feel heat rush to my face. The hurt from a moment ago fades, replaced by something warmer, more familiar.

“Shut up,” I mutter.

Before he can say anything else, I grab the front of his hoodie and pull him into a kiss. Our lips slid together, and my stomach flips with butterflies. Will they ever go away? I hope not.

Luca makes a low sound against my mouth and kisses me back, one hand sliding to the back of my neck, the other settling at my waist. When we break apart, we’re both breathing harder.

He rests his forehead against mine, the teasing smirk still playing on his lips.

“You sure you want to keep me?” he asks, voice low. “Nepo-baby and all?”

I huff a quiet laugh and kiss him again, shorter this time.

“Shut up,” I repeat against his mouth. “I want you. All of you.”

“Say it again,” he demands, nipping at the corner of my mouth.

“Shut up,” I laugh.

“No, the other part.”

“I want you. All of you.”

The words barely leave my lips before Luca’s expression shifts. The smirk fades into something darker, hungrier. He grabs my hips, and I push forward, backing him against the wall with a solid thud.

Our mouths crash together again, passionate and needy, no more teasing. My hands slide under his hoodie, palms pressing against warm skin as I grind against him. Luca groans into the kiss, hips rolling up to meet mine, the friction between us immediate and electric.

We move together, with urgent and hungry rolls that makes heat pool low in my stomach. His fingers dig into my waist, pulling me closer. I can feel how much he wants me, how hard he already is, and it makes my head spin.

I bite his lower lip, sucking it into my mouth, and Luca curses softly against me, hips jerking up sharply.

“Fuck, Kai⁠—”

We’re losing ourselves in it, grinding harder, breaths coming fast and ragged, when a sharp knock sounds on the door.

“Five minutes!” Tasha’s voice cuts through. “Whatever you two are doing in there, wrap it up. We have a soundcheck to run.”

We freeze.

Luca lets out a frustrated groan and drops his head back against the wall. I rest my forehead on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath.

“Shit,” I mutter.

Luca chuckles. “The show must go on.”

We pull apart reluctantly. I straighten my shirt while Luca adjusts his hoodie, both of us still breathing hard. Our eyes meet for a second, heat still simmering between us.

He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair off my forehead, the touch surprisingly gentle after how frantic we just were.