The Fontaines of Hollywood series: The Lies Between the Lines
Isaac calls to us.
I hook my leg around Luca's hip and twist my body slightly, hoping to give Luca a different angle. Even I have trouble undoing my bras with only one hand, but I'm a little surprised that Luca, of all people, is having issues.
He has another go at the clasp, and when once again he can't undo it, he pulls his mouth away from mine, cursing.
"What's the issue?" Isaac says.
Luca lowers me fully to the ground again and sits up. He rubs both hands roughly across his face, smearing the coat of "apocalypse dust."