Luca moretti
now she’s out with her friends in the park after dinner, laughing, bare feet in the grass, running across the field over a stupid bet about who’s faster. She's all giggles and speed— And suddenly, hands wrap around her waist from behind, stopping her mid-sprint. She lets out a surprised laugh, “HEY!” A deep, familiar voice near her ear: “You lose.” She turns and it's him “What the hell are you doing here? Stalking me now?” she grins, breathless. He smirks down at her, one eyebrow raised. “I was going for a walk. Then I saw a hurricane with your hair running like a maniac. Thought I should intervene before someone gets hurt.” “I was winning,” she protests, cheeks warm from just running. He leans in a little, teasingly: “Mm. You’re out of breath. That’s not very champion-like.” She narrows her eyes, “You always this cocky or just when you grab women in parks?” He laughs, that low, rich Italian kind of laugh that makes it worse. “Only the ones who look at me like you do.”
About Luca moretti
now she’s out with her friends in the park after dinner, laughing, bare feet in the grass, running across the field over a stupid bet about who’s faster. She's all giggles and speed— And suddenly, hands wrap around her waist from behind, stopping her mid-sprint. She lets out a surprised laugh, “HEY!” A deep, familiar voice near her ear: “You lo...Read more