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And I didn’t know where that would leave us.
But I was a little excited to find out.
I patted his thigh as I stood. “Room 331. Wear something cute. Be there or… be boring.”
“I’ll wear my cowboy hat,” he laughed as I walked out.
With that, I went directly to my hotel room. I didn’t need to be there for their practice laps before qualifying tomorrow. I’d gone to see Luca in the hope he was feeling better than when I’d seen him the week before at the funeral. I’d avoided him and he’d gone out of his way to avoid me in front of his family — it wasn’t appropriate to introduce me as his… what? Grid girl? Girlfriend? No. That was unneeded drama.
I shaved the entirety of my body in the shower, singing along to Erin Kinsey and acting as if the showerhead was my own microphone.
Because everything would be good.
Pedro was watching all of my stories and even liked the ones of me and Luca, which was progress. His jealousy would get the better of him eventually.
I was hardly out of the shower and into my black lace teddy when there was a knock at the door.
It was only 6.30 pm. My clothes were all over the floor. In my eagerness, I’d neglected to give Luca a time.
Shaking my hair out of the band and grabbing a towel, I called out when they knocked again, “One second!”
But a shrill note sounded on the other side of the door, stopping me as I wrapped myself in the towel.
“Hey, Quinnie,” Luca said. Was she in the corridor? “Yeah, I’m in the hotel.”
I flung open the door, head cocked to the side in question. His phone was pressed to his ear. When he looked me over, he quickly came in, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone else had witnessed my half-dressed body.
That spike of protective violence turned me on even more.
Tonight, if he’d let me, I would probably give him everything.
Because I wanted to.
I had been nervous that first night, then insecure about him seeing my scars and flare up. I knew it was a turn-off, I’d been told enough times.
And if I wanted anyone to desire me, it was him.
But we could turn the lights off. It would be one time for us to break those rules.
Maybe he was right, though. Maybe we shouldn’t mess with our friendship.
I needed it more than I desired one night of sweaty orgasms.
Luca looked down at the floor as his hand became a fist. “Who do I have to kill?” he asked, voice tight and almost a growl.
Now that wasn’t playing fair because those words, that gruff voice, had my panties off. That had me on my knees.
“I’m coming, don’t worry,” he said, which got me mentally back on my feet and had me reaching for more clothing.
“What’s happening?” I whispered.
He waved a hand at me and gestured with a finger for ‘one minute’.
“I won’t be a second, Livie.” He hung up and released a long breath. “Something’s really wrong. I’ve got to go and see if she’s okay. You alright?”
I nodded, dumbfounded.
“Which is her room?”
