"That makes the two of us little lovers," Luca said.
Sweet and spicy, besides being incandescently hot, and that devilish smirk should be a crime. Amara thought. She pushed him away, and he looked away, chuckling. If only she could show him the real her. He would have been on his knees, but she looked away. I am hoping that she looks wary enough.
"Don't worry, you are not my type," he said.
Amara scoffed internally, I bet. It is not like you would be able to handle Amara Chanchalani.
"I was injured; your place was closer."
