Luca pulls me closer suddenly.
Not forcefully.
Just enough that the space between us disappears completely.
The movement is so natural it almost feels inevitable. Natural even.
His hand settles lightly at my waist, steady and warm through the leather jacket I'm wearing.
His jacket.
The scent of it surrounds me - salt air, leather, and something unmistakably Luca.
"You're staring at me again," I say.
His piercing blue eyes don't move away from mine.
"I know."
"You're not even trying to hide it anymore?"
"Nope."
A nervous laugh slips out of me.
The waves roll steadily behind us, moonlight dancing across the surface of the ocean, but the rest of the world feels strangely distant right now.
"What are you thinking?" I ask.
He considers the question longer than I expect.
Then finally answers.
"That this is a bad idea."
I groan softly. This again.
"You say that a lot."
"Because it's true."
"Then why are you still here?"
He exhales slowly, like the answer isn't simple.
"Because I don't seem to be very good at walking away from you."
That confession lands somewhere deep in my chest.
I tilt my head slightly.
"But you keep kissing me anyway."
The corner of his mouth lifts.
"True."
There's something unspoken in the way he says it.
Something that sounds dangerously close to surrender.
And the realization hits me all at once - Luca might be complicated.
Guarded.
Impossible sometimes.
But he's not pretending this isn't happening. Neither of us are.
Which somehow makes this moment feel even more real.