Sofia

I watched as Luca took off his shirt and I stopped breathing. Luca was a masterpiece of living, breathing danger. He stood completely naked before me, unabashed and glorious in the dim light.

My eyes traced the sharp definition of his abdominal muscles, the V-line that disappeared into the dark hair at his groin, and the tattoos that seemed to tell the history of his violent life on his skin. He was beautiful, terrifyingly so.

But it was impossible to look away from the center of him, ...