Sofia

The silence in the taxi was heavier than any conversation, thick with Louis's discomfort and my own shocking, reckless behavior. I didn't regret what I'd said; I only regretted the motivation behind it. It wasn't love or genuine desire for Louis that drove me, but a desperate, ugly need to replace the burning imprint Luca had left on my soul.

When the car finally stopped outside my family's house we both moved with awkward motions. Louis was the first to speak, his voice tight. "I... ...