(I’m weak. So,sueme.)
“Good morning,” Luca murmurs, teeth scraping myearlobe.
“Where’sFenway?”
“Inside.”
“How was your walk?” I ask, unable to resist leaning backintohim.
He chuckles — a low, sexy sound that vibrates against my back. “We attempted a game of fetch. It didn’tgowell.”
“He’s barely mastered walking a straight line on a leash, and you expect him to retrieve a flying object for you?” I snort. “Good luckwiththat.”
He chuckles again and I feel my stomach flip in response. Before I can talk myself out of it, I turn in his arms, so my back is to the railing, and drape my wrists over hisshoulders.
“This is a pretty nice place to start the day,” Iinformhim.
“Ohyeah?”
Inod.
He leans in, until his mouth is lingering just over mine. “It’s even better withyouhere.”
His lips close the remaining distance to deliver a light, sweet peck. Tightening my hold around his neck, I push up onto my tiptoes to kiss him harder. Deeper. A bit moredesperately.
If our kisses are numbered, I have to make the most of them while I still can. I’ll be living on their memory for the rest ofmylife.
My fingers slide into his hair as my tongue pushes into his mouth. Groaning in response to my sudden ardor, Luca starts walking backward, his mouth never breaking away from mine as we move across the deck, through the door, into the kitchen. Our hands are ravenous for each other, sliding under hems and reaching for waistbands. We’re almost to the bedroom, when we walk into a wall ofcardboard.
“Fuck!” Luca curses, turning to push the stack of boxes aside. He looks back at me, eyes glittering with heat. “Wherewerewe?”
I don’t react when he reaches for me. I can’t. Because my eyes are stuck on the stacks of boxes all around us. Familiar boxes.Myboxes. The ones I left in myapartment.
They definitely weren’t here a half hour ago, when I woke up. I don’t know how on earth he got them inside without me noticing. He must’ve moved in total stealth while I was out sunning on hispatio.
All my thoughts and worries come rushing back as my eyes sweep around. The sight of my things, here in his home, is giving me heart palpitations. Every instinct in my body is screaming at me to run, to dodge, to push theejectbutton before this gets any more serious. Before I’m led down a path that will only lead totragedy.
My wild gaze cuts toLuca’s.
“Your note said you were out for a walk. A WALK! Not out secretly removing all my belongings from my house while I was asleep and thus unable tostopyou!”
“Wewereout for a walk.” Luca pauses. “Didn’t say which neighborhood we were walking in, or what we happened to be carrying while taking our walk back and forth from my truck to yourdoorstep.”
I let out ascream.
In solidarity, Fenway attempts to bark from his bed in the kitchen, looking more than a little pleased with himself at theresultingyap.
“Luca. Please listen to me. This is nuts.” I shove my hands into my long red waves. “I’ll go to Phoebe’s. I’ll stay at a hotel. I’ll put my stuff in storage. I’ll give it all away at a yard sale. But this…” I gesture around at my belongings. “This is not happening. Itcan’t.”
“It can’t… orwecan’t?” he asks in a guardedvoice.
God, how does he always see straightthroughme?
I swallow and look up athim. “Both.”
His face adopts that intense, determined expression he wears right before he steps intothering.
Shit.