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 slot my keys into my front door with a paper bag and two cups of coffee wedged between my other hand. As soon as I step inside I slam the door shut with my foot and proceed to the living room.
"Breakfast is here," I declare and then find the living room empty. My brows furrow as I set everything down on the coffee table. "Luca?"
When I get no response I check the kitchen and then upstairs but he is nowhere to be seen.
"Luca?" I call out again but I'm met with silence.
Where the hell has he gone?
I check my phone but I have no messages from him so I give him a call but it rings out. I try again. Same result. I stand in the living room looking out the window but there is no one out there.
My heart thumps in my chest. Worry flooding me. He wouldn't just get up and leave without telling me where he was going. Unless he had an emergency he needed to attend but I'm certain he would have let me know first.
I huff out a breath and try his phone again but this time it goes straight to voicemail. I stare at the screen with deep confusion. "What the hell?"
My fingers itch and I run them through my hair. I don't like this. I don't like this at all.
Sundays are our days. He wouldn't just leave.
Minutes tick by and something uncomfortable waves in my chest. I have no idea where he would have gone, unless he headed home for whatever reason. But why? I'm struck with worry that something has happened and I'm not there to help him.
After twenty minutes there is a knock at my front door. I rush to open it and I'm relieved to see Luca standing there, his eyes are down and chest heaving. "Where have you bee–" I cut myself off when he flashes me his face. His skin is blotchy and eyes are red. I step forward. "What's wrong?"
He says nothing. Instead he stares at me, face twitching as his lips part and he tries to catch his breath.
"Luca," I exhale. "What's the matter?"
Again I'm met by more silence. He pushes past me into the house and I watch as his body slides against mine. I close the door after him and follow into the living room where he begins to pace, a hand on his forehead.
"You're fucking scaring me," I say heavily.
I'm trying to ignore the way my entire body is vibrating because his quietness is killing me.
Luca runs a hand down his face and then they rest on his lips. He glances at the wall blankly, his fingers trembling.
"Luca–"
"Are you changing my family's cafe into a gym?"
My brows crease so hard that my forehead aches. "What?"
