Page 99 of Spotlight Hearts

In the van on the way back to the hotel, we sit in the back row. Luca’s hand stays on my thigh the whole ride, fingers tracing lazy patterns that make my skin prickle. We don’t talk much. We don’t need to.

The second the master room door shuts behind us, Luca spins me around and presses me against it.

His mouth is on mine instantly. His hands slide under my shirt, shoving it up as he grinds against me.

“Finally,” he growls against my lips. “Been thinking about this since the meet-and-greet break.”

I moan into the kiss, hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. My cock is already straining against my zipper again.

Luca breaks the kiss just long enough to tug my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor.

“Bed,” he says. “Now.”

I don’t argue.

We stumble toward the bed, shedding clothes along the way. By the time we reach the bed, we’re both naked, hands everywhere, mouths crashing together.

Luca pushes me down onto the mattress and crawls over me, eyes dark with lust.

“I’m going to take my time with you this time,” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear and making me shiver. “You’re going to beg to feel every inch of me inside of you.”

I arch up against him, the drag of our cocks brushing together making me ache for it.

“Then stop talking,” I breathe, “and do it.”

THIRTY

LUCA

A few weeks later

The tour has turned into a blur of stages, hotels, and stolen moments.

Kai and I can’t get enough of each other.

We share a room every night now. The second the door closes, clothes come off and hands find skin. We fuck like we’re making up for all the months we spent pretending we hated each other. Sometimes it’s slow and deep. Sometimes it’s rough and desperate against the wall. We don’t care who hears anymore.

Michael and Min-ho tease us relentlessly.

Every morning at breakfast, Michael makes exaggerated kissing noises. Min-ho just gives us these quiet, knowing looks that somehow feel worse. We don’t even pretend to be embarrassed. We just flip them off and keep stealing touches under the table and kisses above.

I don’t care.

I’m happy.

Right now, I’m sprawled on the hotel bed in our shared room, scrolling on my phone while Kai showers. The sound of the water running is soothing. My thumb stops when I see a new interview clip Michael did yesterday.

I hit play.

Michael is grinning at the interviewer, looking relaxed.

“Yeah, they’re disgustingly in love,” he says with a laugh. “You can feel it when they’re on and off stage. It’s real. The way they look at each other? It’s the kind of thing most people spend their whole lives looking for.”

I smile at the screen, warmth spreading through my chest. Michael’s right. It is real. And hearing someone else say it out loud makes it feel even more solid.

The bathroom door opens.

Kai steps out with a towel around his waist, hair damp and messy, water still dripping down his chest. He looks ridiculously good.