I step out of my doorstep this morning in a rush, as always after receiving a text from Luca that he was outside my house.

My eyes almost came out of their sockets at what was parked at my driveway.

A freaking truck.

Luca has a freaking truck.

As I walk to his truck, I slow down a bit, checking him out for a moment, soaking in his appearance. There he stood, leaning against his truck, tattoos and piercings. All mine.

He's wearing a black hoodie(as always), I trail my eyes to his lower body and I'm met with black shorts which showed off the tattoos decorating his calf and...