"I just need a moment," I whisper against his neck.
"We can stand here all night, baby." He presses a kiss to my shoulder.
The term of endearment makes goosebumps erupt over my skin, and I hold him tighter.
Please, God. Let this man fall in love with me. I beg you.
Luca starts to rub my back, and it's so comforting, it eases
some of the tension in me. Pulling back, I say, "I'm good. Let's have dinner."
Luca takes my hand and leads me toward the establishment while I try to come to terms with the fact that he just rocked my entire world with a single kiss.
Dear God, I'm in so much trouble.