Chapter 32

Tav had taken weeks to work out why he liked being with Luca so much, he’d said so when they started dating. And then he’d gone from ‘I like Luca’ to ‘let’s date’ in about half a second. So Luca knew the face—he just didn’t know what the problem was that Tav was picking at.

And given that these picking-at-problems phases could be made-up stupid problems, or stuff that made Tav angry, or anything under the sun, Luca’s masochistic side got some air and prodded the issue.

“Ta-av. You in there?”

“Huh?”

“You gonna share what’s in your head?”

When no explosion came, no snapping, Luca figured it was safe to try it, and slid his hand down to slip his fingers between Tav’s gloved ones. He got his knuckles squeezed for his efforts, and Tav’s sigh was loud and weary.

“I dunno.”

“It’s your head, how do you not know what’s in it?”

“I mean, it’s something that shouldn’t be.”

“Why? You imagining Aaron naked?”

Tav snorted.

“Or Miss Corey?”