Masuk~CAMILLA~The restaurant is breathtaking.It's an expensive Italian restaurant with warm lighting, polished wooden floors, and tables arranged beneath delicate hanging lamps. Soft music plays in the background, and the atmosphere feels intimate without being stuffy.A waiter leads us to a table near the window, where the city lights shimmer beyond the glass.Lucas pulls out my chair for me. I sit down, trying not to smile too obviously. Then he takes the seat opposite me."You're awfully quiet, baby."I look at him. "I'm trying to understand how I got so lucky."His expression softens."Camilla." He reaches across the table and takes my hand. "You don't have to do anything special to deserve a beautiful evening."My smile fades into something more tender. For a moment, I simply look at him. Then I squeeze his hand."You're going to make me emotional before we've even ordered food."He laughs. "That would be a terrible start to our date."I smile, squeezing his han
~CAMILLA~By the time I finish freshening up, Lucas is already dressed. He must have had his bath at the guest restroom in the sitting room.He's standing near the bedroom mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white shirt beneath a perfectly tailored black suit. The moment I see him, I nearly forget how to breathe.Goodness, he's handsome.He notices me through the mirror and turns around, a smile tugging at his lips.I stop in the doorway, and he notices me through the mirror."What's that look for?" He asks.I blink. "Nothing."He turns around, his eyes travelling over me.I'm wearing one of his dark shirts, which falls to mid-thigh, with his own shorts underneath. My hair is still a little damp from washing my face, and I haven't done anything special to it.He smiles. "Beautiful."I stare at him. "I'm literally wearing just your shirt, and nothing extra.""And you're still beautiful,” he says.My heart performs an embarrassing little somersault.I wa
~CAMILLA~When I wake up hours later, the first thing I notice is the warmth surrounding me.It's comfortable, familiar, and so wonderfully soothing that I almost refuse to open my eyes. I snuggle deeper into the embrace holding me, breathing in the faint, masculine scent that has somehow become one of my favourite things in the world.Then I remember everything, and my eyes fly open.Oh. My. God.I'm in Lucas's bed, in Lucas's arms, with my cheek resting against his bare chest, and the memories of what happened between us come rushing back so vividly that I immediately squeeze my eyes shut again.I can't believe I actually did that.I can't believe I actually made love to Lucas.My face burns, and I slowly lift my head, only to discover that he's still asleep beside me, one arm wrapped securely around my waist.His hair is slightly dishevelled, his face relaxed, and his lips parted just enough for me to notice the faintest hint of a smile.He looks so peaceful
~LUCAS~“I'm still a virgin!”Camilla's sudden confession nearly knocks the breath out of me.For a moment, I genuinely think I've heard her wrong.I freeze, staring down at her as the words register in my head, one after another, until their meaning becomes impossible to ignore.She's still a virgin?My mouth falls open, and I blink twice because I can't seem to find a single sensible word to say because, out of all the things I expect to hear from Camilla tonight, that confession isn't even remotely on the list.“What... what did you just say?” I finally manage, my voice coming out rough with disbelief.She lowers her eyes, suddenly shy beneath my bewildered stare.“I said I'm still a virgin.”“The fuck!”The words escape me before I can stop them.I sit there staring at her as though she's just revealed that she's secretly the queen of an entirely different country.“Camilla, are you serious right now?” I ask in disbelief. “You're not joking?”Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of
~CAMILLA~Lucas seals my declaration with a fiery kiss.I fumbly unbutton his shirt and pull it away from him, wanting nothing to stop me from getting a good view of his chest again.He's now bare chested and I am finally able to run my fingers up and down his sexy, muscular chest.Something I've always wanted to do again after the day I took care of him when he's sick. I play with the few hairs on his chest, trace everything in his chest with my fingers, and then slowly move my fingers over his neck, shoulders, arms, ribs and stomach.I'm taking my time to register the structure of his upper body with my fingers and saving it in my head.When my fingers touch and play his right nipple, he moans softly for the first time.I have heard of men moaning from pleasure during intimacy and it gladdens my heart to hear Lucas moan for me.He begins kissing me all over my body. When he gets to my stomach, his kisses and his fingers linger there for a bit before he slowl
~LUCAS~Camilla and I are still kissing, and her lips move against mine with a sweetness that makes it difficult to remember why I ever thought holding back was a good idea.She is smiling between our kisses, and that little detail does something dangerous to my heart. Even now, with my hands resting against her waist and her arms wrapped around my neck, she seems almost incapable of containing her happiness.I can feel it in the way she kisses me, in the way her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, and in the little breathless sounds she makes whenever I pull her closer.God, this girl is going to be the death of me.I have imagined kissing her more times than I care to admit. I've wondered what it would feel like to hold her without having to remind myself that she was my student, to touch her without immediately questioning my intentions, and to look at her without pretending that the affection in my eyes is nothing more than fondness.But none of thos
~NICO~“Dad, I'm not quitting school. I love it there” I say angrily to my father.Vincenzo, Riccardo and I are in my father's private office and he called us for a meeting because he heard I was at Elena's school yesterday.Yes, I get that father has eyes everywhere but wh
~ELENA~The whispers multiply until it feels like the entire hallway has turned into a low hum of excitement.“Who is he? Does anyone know?”“They say he is doing his masters.”“I heard he's transferred.”“Transferred? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”“D
~NICO~The moment my fist connects with Alessandro’s jaw, the sound is louder than I expect. A sharp crack that silences even the shrieks around us.He stumbles, spits blood, and collapses onto the floor.The crowd roars….half in shock, half in awe. Phones are out, cap
Alessandro stands in the middle of his father’s office, tall and impassive, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. His black shirt clings to his frame, sleeves rolled to the elbows, veins prominent, tattoos peeking at his wrists. The room is thick with tension.Behind the heavy mahogany desk sits







