Luca Chessman has been longing for love his entire life. The only problem is-he can't seem to find a guy that likes him the same way.
With his family cafe, Chessman's, struggling to keep afloat and no help from the bank, he's slowly accepting the d...
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I'm not sure when my Saturday nights turned to sitting in and watching lame TV, probably because I have no interest in going out and pretending I'm still in my twenties. When Luca's name flashed on my phone, I felt a wave of satisfaction climb over me.
He wanted to hear my voice. I want to see his face.
That's why I said him I'd go and collect him because he kept mentioning how hungry he is for a cheeseburger. His waffling is adorable and I don't think I've ever heard him so relaxed. It's a good look on him. I like this Luca.
I like all versions of Luca but hearing the carefree tone in his voice, I'm pleased to know he's let his hair down and enjoyed his friends' company. He's needed fun for a while now and with him being tied down to the cafe, it's relieving to hear him have a good time.
Luca drops me a message with the address and I leave home a few minutes later. The thought of him going home whilst he's drunk sparks a protective side in me that I can't control. Of course I want to see him but I also want him to get home safely. The thought of something happening to him... that fear hits me square in the chest.
When I pull up outside the apartment building, I duck my head down to look at the entrance. I grab my phone and quickly shoot Luca a message to tell him that I'm outside. It takes a couple minutes for a figure to stand at the door and open it. It's pitch black outside but the street lamps cast a luminous light across his face.
He's smiling. I smile straight after.
Luca proceeds to walk down the stairs, he sways slightly and before I know it, he's caught his foot behind his leg and tumbled down the last few steps. He hits the floor with a thud, bracing himself on his palms.
I jump out of the car at lightning speed and rush over to him. To my surprise, he's laughing. Actually cackling like a witch. I bend down towards him. "Jesus," I hiss through my teeth. "Are you okay?"
He glances up at me with those blue eyes, he's chuckling quietly now. "I'm a lot more drunk than I thought," he slurs his words.
Thank fuck he didn't go home by himself.
"Are you alright?" I demand. "Are you hurt?"
Luca shakes his head, that smile still on his lips. "I'm fine. Hungry."
I breathe through my nose sharply and shake my head. "How could I forget," I flash him a soft smile. "Come on," I say, tugging him upwards. "Let's go get you that cheeseburger. Sober you up."
My hand latches onto his arm and I pull him to his feet. He sways again but grips onto me to stabilise himself. I walk us to the curb where I open the passenger door and he moves past me, his body dangerously close to mine. He pauses before he slips into the seat, those eyes looking at me again.
