- RORY -
Finally, the weirdest flight of all time is about to end. But now I'm completely off balance about… everything.
I shared a dream with Luciano—a gross, terrifying dream. I woke up in his arms. I basically accused him of only wanting to sleep with me, because that's my suspicion, and he had the audacity to deny it in the most tender, sincere way. I hate that I want to believe him.
Honestly: how can Luciano go from hard core flirting mafia guy to sweet, caring flower aficionado and protector? That's just not… normal.
Then, I told the sweet, caring flower aficionado and protector with warm brown eyes to fuck off, and I meant it. And even though he was the one who suggested I tell him that, he refused.
I swear, Luciano was milliseconds away from kissing me before Carrie came back and told us to get our seatbelts on.
