"Arnsht choo eeching?"
"Excuse me?"
I quickly chewed and swallowed the food in my mouth. "Aren't you eating?" I repeated.
Luca was slouching in his chair in a relaxed position with his hands loosely folded on his chest. "No, I'm not hungry." He fixed his gaze on me, as if he was still waiting for my answer.
But what was I supposed to say? No, I didn't mean it? That I was only lying when I said I didn't care if he starts seeing some woman, marries her, and has her babies, and…
Ugh! Even envisioning that was making my blood boil with jealousy.
Luca observed the rapid changes in my face with an amused expression. "You know, I recall us having a similar conversation years ago," he said.
I sifted my mind for that particular memory, but nothing came to the surface.
Seeing that I had no input, Luca continued with a grin. "But in that conversation, you were begging me not to get married."
I dropped my fork.
