Chapter 8

I didn’t leave the apartment for two days. Not because I couldn’t. Because I didn’t trust myself not to go back to Luca’s bed. Or worse— His arms. He didn’t call. Didn’t text. Didn’t explain. He knew I needed space. Or maybe he knew that the longer he stayed away, the more I’d miss the way his hands undid me. I hated him for that. But I hated myself more for wanting it again. The headlines came next. Luca’s name had disappeared from them. Mine hadn’t. Because...