LOGIN~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
~LUCAS~Ever since I admitted to Camilla that I'm attracted to her and that she's become a very important person, I've been relieved.The fact that we both agreed to take things slow brings joy in my heart because we now have an understanding and we can still be in each other's spaces without feeling awkward and tense.When I asked Camilla if she knew Marcella, I wished she actually knew her for a moment….and it's because of the possibility of finally getting answers to the questions that have haunted me for years.If Camilla knew her, perhaps she could tell me how to contact her and then I would get my answers.But Camilla insisted she didn’t know Marcella personally, and although I didn't believe her and had every reason to feel disappointed, something strange happened.I wasn't disappointed at all and it's because I have Camilla now. The sweet, caring, kind, and playful Camilla. My best friend.The semester has officially come to an end, and with it, my for
~CAMILLA~The silence between us stretches even after I take a seat across Lucas.He is still looking at me, his expression unreadable, and for one terrible moment, I wonder if I've made a mistake by bringing up the kiss.I shift in my seat, clasping my hands together to keep myself from fidgeting. “Why are you doing this to us?”His eyebrows draw together slightly. “Doing what?”“This.” I gesture helplessly between us. “The distance. The way you barely look at me anymore unless you're explaining something, and how every conversation feels like we're both trying so hard not to say the wrong thing.”His expression changes, and I swallow the lump forming in my throat.“Did I do something wrong?” I ask quietly. “Camilla, no.” His response comes immediately. “You haven't done anything wrong.”“Then why does it feel like you're trying to push me away again?” I ask, remembering the first time he gave me distance too.He looks down at his hands, and the sight of hi
~CAMILLA~I kissed Lucas.I actually kissed Lucas.The realization keeps repeating itself in my head as I stare at him, my lips still tingling from the kiss we just shared.I don't know which part is more unbelievable: the fact that I kissed the man I've been secretly falling in love with, or the fact that he kissed me back.And, God, did I enjoy it.I enjoyed the warmth of his lips against mine, the way his fingers held mine against his cheek, and the tenderness with which he looked at me before our mouths met.I enjoyed how naturally I leaned into him, as though some part of me had been waiting for that moment long before either of us dared to acknowledge it.And the most embarrassing part? I wanted more.Even after we pulled apart, even as I looked into his eyes and realized what we'd just done, a part of me wanted to close the distance again.I wanted to kiss him until I forgot every reason I shouldn't want him.I wanted to know what it would feel like to be
~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







