“You want to,” Luca said, letting the words catch his lips against Matti’s. “I want to. It’s not complicated.” “You’re such a liar, Luca Piere,” said Matti, with such helpless affection that the flare of Luca’s nerves was over almost before it began. Oh, yes, he felt on one level like he was drawing Matti into another deception, but nothing he was saying was untrue. It could be simple. The warm, lockpicked ache in Luca’s chest was his own business. “I’m not,” he lied.
