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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 was acting all free and he barely said a word to me when h saw I was leaving the house.

As usual, I expected him to yell and ask me to change my outfit but he didn't.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I thought of what could have been going through his mind.

He didn't ask me where I was going to and he didn't give me a damn time to return home.

It was all making me uncomfortable to not know what Luciano was thinking and I couldn't hide it.

"Are you okay?" Ma