me.”
“N-no, I meant
the flirting.” Ghost cleared his throat. Though the way those
shorts showed off the shape of Luca’s dick wasn’t appropriate
either.
Luca frowned
and quickly walked over to the bed, slipping under the comforter.
“I meant the shower...”
Ghost hid his
face in his hand. Oh God. Of course he did. “Sorry, I
shouldn’t have presumed…”
“And how about
the pajamas you gave me? Is that appropriate?” asked Luca, burying
himself jaw-deep under the covers.
Ghost chuckled.
“Those guns on the shorts are kinda hot.” The smile died on his
lips. “God, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be joking like that. I’ll shower
in the morning.”
Luca sighed and
patted the other pillow. “It’s fine.”
Ghost climbed
under the covers, watching Luca’s gorgeous face from up close. It
was only now catching up with him that he was pulling Luca
completely out of his life and into an environment he didn’t know.
There needed to be some ways to make him feel more at home. “I’m
sure guys will be clamoring to date you in the US,” Ghost said.
The small smile
dropped from Luca’s lips, and he pulled his hair back, playing with
the edge of the pillow. “I don’t think I want to talk about
that.”
“Okay. Tell me
how you lost your finger,” Ghost asked to give himself an excuse to
touch Luca’s hand.
It slipped from
under the covers and into his hand. The place where the index
finger used to be was strangely blunt and empty, and while he had
seen injuries like this one many times, more often than not, the
finger could be reattached. But other than that, Luca’s right hand
was smooth and gorgeous, with well-groomed nails and long
fingers.
Luca swallowed
hard, hesitating before he finally gave in and spoke. “Frederico
cut it off.”
It was like a
stab to Ghost’s heart. He frowned and squeezed Luca’s hand, inching
closer to him. “What?”
Luca exhaled,
pressing his cheek deeper into the pillow. “He doesn’t look it, but
he has a temper, so I try to keep him happy. But this one time I
was really a nervous wreck, and we had an argument. He said he
didn’t like my tone and the way I was shaking my finger at him, so
he made me learn my lesson the hard way.” Luca’s big, sad eyes
glanced at Ghost from up close. “He had his henchman, Antonio, hold
me down and cut it off with the ham-carving knife. I don’t know
what he did with the finger. At least it’s the right hand,” he
said, and Ghost immediately understood. Zara had told him she was
left-handed.
That was it.
Ghost couldn’t take hearing that and stay at a distance. He slid
close to Luca and hugged him tight. It would just be an asexual
hug. Just that. “That’s horrendous. I’m so sorry,” he whispered and
stroked Luca’s hair. It had a slightly coarse texture and Ghost
closed his eyes, trying to imagine Luca as the Zara from his
dreams. It was no use. The body in his arms was hot, sturdy, and
more bulky than a girl’s. Luca’s stubble scratched his shoulder,
and there was nothing feminine about the earthy, masculine scent of
Luca’s skin.
“It’s all
right. If there’s anyone really, completely different from him,
it’s you.” Luca brushed his chin over Ghost’s neck.
Ghost’s heart
ached for Luca so much he had to bite his lips for a moment. “It’s
not all right. That monster had no right to hurt you. Why didn’t
you tell me before?”
Luca sighed,
pulling closer. “I told you he’s dangerous. You have no idea. I
didn’t want you to do anything reckless.”
“Too late now.
Is this weird? Can I hug you this way? I don’t want you to feel
uncomfortable. I just… need you close.”
“You can get as
close as you want,” whispered Luca, slowly slipping his arms around
Ghost’s neck.
Heat began
climbing up Ghost’s face all too fast. That invitation was messing
with his head, bringing to mind the uncountable chats about sex
they’d had. He should have known something was up when Zara