Luca stirred the melting ice in the glass he hadn’t touched.Asher was quieter now, less rigid, though still watching him from the side like any moment might turn out to be a lie.It was strange, sitting side by side again.Strange, but not wrong.Their reflections shimmered together in the back bar mirror.Two men. Two ghosts. Same place. Same ache.And Luca, for once, didn’t want to run.“I came here,” Luca said after a beat, “because I needed to remember who I was before I let everyone else decide for me.”Asher didn’t respond, but his knuckles went white around the glass.Luca looked at him. “Do you remember the first thing you said to me?”Asher let out a humorless huff. “That you had no idea how to drink whiskey.”“And you were right.” Luca gave a small smile. “But I liked the way you said it. Like you were daring me to admit it.”“You always liked a dare,” Asher muttered.“Not always,” Luca said, more serious now. “Only when it was you daring me.”Another silence.This one heav
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