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"Sure." I unfasten two buttons on my shirt and then pull the collar to the side.

Zara leans over the table and mutters, "Huh."

"What does that mean?" I ask.

She sits back, and I close my shirt back up. She states, "It really does look just like mine. And it's kind of amazing how it's on the same spot."

I nod. "Yeah, it is."

She beams. "I know what will make my mom happy when I get home."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

She grins, admitting, "I'll confess how I don't want a tattoo anymore."

28

Chanel

The Next Day

All day,I've been trying to stay busy and not worry about tonight.

It's impossible.

Luca dropped Zara off yesterday and asked to speak with me privately. Zara ran to her room without any objection. It made me suspicious that she knew what he wanted to talk to me about, making me more nervous.

"What's going on?" I asked.

He locked his flaming eyes on mine like he could somehow see right into my soul. I shifted on my feet, trying to maintain my composure as he stated, "I want to take you out to dinner tomorrow night. Are you free?"

My butterflies went crazy. I blurted out, "Like a date?"

He grinned. "Yes, stellina. A date we should have had years ago."

My nerves expanded. Luca's the only man I've ever truly wanted, but I'm still coming to terms with who he is and that it's okay for him to be in Zara's and my life.

I must have hesitated too long because he stepped forward, circled his arm around my waist, and pulled me close to his hard frame. He fisted my hair and tugged my head backward.

I gasped, and my knees weakened.

He held me tighter. The faint hint of weed, white musk, and patchouli hit me like a drug. His lips moved inches from mine. He glanced at them then refocused on me, asking, "Do you want me to beg? I will."

I nervously laughed, cursing myself when my gaze darted to his mouth. I retorted, "I didn't know begging was your thing."

His lips twitched. He affirmed, "It's normally not, but I'll swallow my pride and do it if you require me to."

All my thoughts disappeared. My brain became a mushy mess of everything Luca.

"So? Are you going to agree, or do I have to remind you about other things?" he murmured.

I whispered, "What things?"

He closed the gap between us so quickly that I didn't have time to retreat.

Not that I would have the power to anyway.

His tongue parted my lips, and I submitted to him, pinning my fingers against his head, not wanting his mouth to ever leave mine.

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