That night, Luca insisted we meet somewhere quiet.
"No bars. No distractions," he said. "Just us."
I didn't argue. I needed calm, though calm felt impossible with Noah texting me every few minutes.
When I arrived at Luca's apartment, he opened the door with that easy smile that always made me forget the outside world.
Noah was already there, leaning casually against the counter. His gaze fixed on me.
The room was small. Cozy. Safe.
And electric.
"You don't have to say anything," Luca said softly. "Just be here."
I sat between them. My heart raced. My hands trembled slightly.
They didn't touch me at first. They didn't need to. Presence alone was enough.
We talked about nothing and everything. I told them about the day. The whispers. The folder. The fear that my life could tilt at any moment.
Noah reached for my hand. Luca's arm brushed my shoulder. Not forceful. Not claiming.
But it was enough to make me feel seen.
And in that moment, I realized something terrifying:
I didn't just want one of them. I wanted both.
And the storm outside? It didn't matter.
Because for the first time, I felt like I could face it.