CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

SCARLETT'S POV.

The moment Luca hugged me, I froze. What the hell? It was so unexpected but so so good. The weight of his body around mine was satisfying, it kind of felt like being enveloped by a giant teddy bear, but just not a soft one—one with hard muscles and a taut stomach.

Gosh! Luca Nicholas was hugging me and I was liking it. I shouldn't be liking it, I should push him away and punch his annoying face some more just to see if it could help the way I felt about him.

I stood there, with my hands at my sides as Luca pulled me in, as if wanting to hold me as close as possible. And I started to wonder if he was giving me or himself comfort. It felt more like he was giving himself, with the way he was breathing into my neck.

The hug lasted for a century before I got to my senses and pulled away rather too harshly, glancing up to see Luca staring at me with an unreadable expression.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, frowning but deep down my body was already missing his warmth. T