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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Having Luca in my arms as we cuddle on my sofa and watch a documentary on the TV is honestly the highlight of my day, everyday. After what happened with my father and Chessman's, I've been fearful of losing him.
I'm just grateful that he believed me. I don't know what I would have done if he decided that he couldn't trust me and he no longer wanted me in his life. I definitely would have broken down and become a shell of a man.
I squeeze him closer to me subconsciously. Luca peeks those light blue eyes up at me and flashes a soft smile, his hand placed on my forearm. "You okay?" He asks when he notices that I'm staring.
I've been staring for the last ten minutes. I have no idea what's going on in this documentary. Distracted isn't even the word anymore. Luca is practically my entire world and I know I need to get a grip. But I want to soak up these moments, I never want to regret a single thing.
My lips part and I stop before I say anything. Luca's brows crease, waiting for me patiently. I clear my throat and try again, flicking my eyes between his. "We're good, aren't we?"
He shuffles in my embrace, his shoulder pressing to the centre of my chest. "Yeah, of course we are." He exhales. "Why... Do you think we aren't?"
"I guess all of this just blew over quick and I'm worried that you haven't fully digested everything that's happened," I say, cupping the back of his head and letting his strands of hair dip between my fingers. "Are you still angry at me for not being honest with you?"
Luca's eyes fall gently and I deflate inside. Great. Of course he is.
"I'm not angry," he says after a few moments. "I know you had the right intentions. It just hurt to know that I was a little pawn in this game with your dad."
I allow my head to nod. "Yeah," I rasp. "I'm sorry for that. But after I truly met you, I would have helped even if he didn't mention my grandmother's things. You were always so kind and welcoming, you made that place feel like a second home to me."
"Why did you come in almost every day?" He narrows his eyes suspiciously.
A laugh barks from the back of my throat. "Well I guess you made me feel comfortable and I enjoyed seeing your face every day. It made mine, completely. I mean I used to try and flirt with you sometimes but I don't think you fully registered it."
His mouth falls open in shock. "So you were flirting with me!" He exclaims. "All my friends said you were but I refused to believe them. I was convinced you had a partner, kids, a massive house and you were so damn happy."
I purse my lips and shake my head. "No," I kiss his cheek softly. "But I am happy now. I'm happy I stumbled across Chessman's, I'm happy that you trusted me to help with the business, I'm happy that you kissed me back that time in the restaurant."
