•59•Hatred

Luca stepped under the shower spray, feeling the warm water as it pelted and cascaded down his body. He stood there just like that for about a minute, soaking the water and the steam before reaching out to grab the soap on a bar.

Almost right after he'd picked the soap, a poignant pang of nostalgia hit right at home as he remembered all the times he and Skylar had danced to the passion in the showers. To think he'd thought all those times it was total and sole surrender on her part.

Not knowing she'd been having other guys behind his back.

He expected everything with her and about her to disgust him. Instead, he found himself hardening with want. God, he still wanted her badly despite what she'd done to him. What a mess.

Grimacing, Luca hurried through his shower and then dried up. He would just go get some sleep since his head was still aching, even though it was now a bit benign.

“Where have you been since last night?”

His mother's voice startled him as soon as he stepped out of the