I sat on the couch with a glass of whiskey in my hands.

When Massimo asked what I wanted, all I could think of saying was whiskey so he got it for me.

"Thanks," I mumbled as he reached to pour more into my glass.

I forced a small smile and he gave a nod before returning the bottle to the slab.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked.

I hadn't thought of it yet, I just wanted to be out of the house.

It happened in such a rush; the invitation and getting to his place. I couldn't stop thinking of how different Luciano was acting.

He...