VEDA

The days came and went, and I spent them in equal parts bliss and terror.

Ever since our excursion on the boat, Luca was different. And so was I, if I was going to be honest. It was like the rubber band of events that kept pulling me back to him had snapped, and this time—this time—I was with him because I wanted to be with him.

Because I was beginning to care way too much.

It wasn’t because he was suddenly a sweet talker or anything like that. No, Luca was still the same fucked up, possessive asshole he’d always been. But something had changed. He never went...