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As I close his apartment door behind us, he heads right for a large speaker, flipping it on and pulling his phone from his back pocket. I watch the movement, my eyes staying on his ass for a moment longer than is necessary.
But I’m pulled from that moment when an upbeat pop song blares through the speakers.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask, the bass thumping and a female voice crooning throughout the space.
Luca whips around to face me with an expression almost like betrayal. “Excuse me?”
I gesture towards his phone in his hands. “The weird pop music. Why are you listening to that?”
His face falls in absolute horror. “Don’t you ever, ever, diss our queen.”
“What?” I stare back at him in confusion as he looks like I kicked his puppy.
He dramatically points to the speaker beside him. “Taylor Swift is arguably the best thing to ever grace your ears.”
I make a face, and he scoffs. “Oh, and what music do you listen to?”
I start to shrug, and he holds a hand up to stop me. “Let me guess, you don’t listen to music.”
“I do sometimes,” I say, finishing my shrug.
“Hm.” Luca shakes his head. “Sometimes. Fun.” He then crosses his arms and observes me carefully. “I know exactly what era you are.”
“Era?” I ask, once again confused. Or still, I don’t even know.
“Yeah. I,” he touches his hand to his chest, “am Lover with a bit of Folklore sprinkled in. You are Reputation,” he then waves his hand in a circle before me, “with 1989 rising.”
“I have no idea what any of that means.” The confusion is growing, and he looks even more hurt now.
“You will.” He nods seriously.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
He nods again. “You will.”
“You’re really fucking annoying.” I sigh as I cross my arms.
He smiles and crosses his arms as well. “Then why are you here?”
We stare silently at each other, until he lowers his hands to the hem of his shirt. He takes it off, keeping his eyes on me, then tosses it aside and walks into the bedroom.
I continue to stand in the middle of his living room as he disappears.
“Coming?” he calls.
My heart is racing as I enter his bedroom, which is just as bright and obnoxious as he is. My eyes land on his bed with a purple comforter, and I get a thrill when I think about the photo he sent me when he was laying in bed, texting me. Thinking of that photo now, and those first texts to each other, it makes me wonder how early on in this hatred game these feelings of curiosity and understanding have been hiding.
Luca stands by his bed, watching me as he pulls his headband off, which was pink today, and tosses it on the nightstand. My eyes follow his movements, but I stay silent, standing in the doorway.
He looks me up and down. “You going to stay clothed for this endeavor? Might need to at least lower your zipper.”
My hand fidgets at my side, but I don’t hide it fast enough as his eyes drop.
He walks towards me, keeping his eyes on mine and stopping just inches away from me. I swallow as I take him in, my gaze dropping to his lips. He says nothing, for a change. Instead, he steps closer, closing the small gap between us and pressing his lips to mine in a surprisingly soft kiss.
My entire body and brain is frozen for a moment, as I take the time to appreciate his touch once again unlocking the doors I hide behind. One click, as his tongue nudges my lips apart, another as our kiss deepens and yet another when my hands lift to touch his tattooed skin.
He then pulls back with a sparkle in his eye, yanking my shirt over my head. As he pulls at the waistband of my pants, he shoots me a suggestive look.
