The moment Luca came, he pushed me over the same cliff for the third time that night. Neither one of us was moving, and even our breaths synced up as we struggled to breathe.
The silence after everything was almost reverent.
He stayed inside me, arms braced around my body, his forehead resting against mine like he couldn't bear to move just yet. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, wild at first… then slowly settling. Matching mine.
It was strange—how something so rough, so consuming, could end in a stillness like this. Like the world had pressed pause just for us.
"You okay?" he asked quietly, fingers brushing sweaty hair from my face. He searched my face for the truth, even as he waited for me to answer. He wasn't going to accept anything that wasn't the absolute truth, and I really liked that right about now.
After that intimacy, lying to the man felt like sacrilege.
