Luca’s throat crowded with possibilities, with thirst, and with an unexpected willingness to maintain the rhythm of their conversation. He still wanted to bury his fingers in Matti’s hair, to turn his careful steps into a dance with a clear destination. But growing alongside that was the urge to crack himself open and whisper something true into the air between them. He wanted to draw all of Matti’s secrets out and turn them in his hands; he wanted to show Matti his own.
