Feeling unnerved, I say, “You should get some rest.” Luca shakes his head, takes hold of my hand, and tugs me closer. “Straddle me.” My eyebrow darts up. “What?” His hands find my hips, and then I’m yanked onto his lap and forced to straddle him. Shocked, my eyes meet his blazing ones, then he asks, “Why did you react so strongly to me getting shot?”
