I call out to the chaos in my soul and wrap it around myself like a security blanket, dampening my affection and desire for the man in front of me. I find comfort in the raging storm underneath my skin and lose myself in all the ugliest parts of who I am as I run my fingers along the scars on my abdomen. When I look at Luca again, I’m back to being an ice queen who only cares about having a good time.
