20. Luca
Chapter twenty
Luca
A fter Samara left earlier, I texted her my parents’ address per my mom’s request. Who am I kidding? Her demand.
I have no idea how the hell that conversation started or why , but I have a sneaking suspicion that it was entirely my mother’s doing. As to why she would invite her, I’m not sure, and if Samara doesn’t want to go, I desperately hope she doesn’t. My mom means well, but I wouldn’t want Samara, or anyone else for that matter, to feel obligated to humor her if they’re uncomfortable.
But when Samara never responded to my text, I actually felt sort of… disappointed?
I’m not totally sure why. An address doesn’t exactly warrant a response, but I was kind of hoping that she’s warmed up to me. I mean, her explanation about checking in on me and Gia was total bullshit, and we all knew it. My mom made sure to hammer that home the moment Samara was out the door. Maybe my mom’s whimsical thoughts of Samara and me having something managed to mess with my mind.
But if her explanation wasn’t the real reason, then why would she have stopped by?
This woman is infuriating.
She leaves me with so many questions and no answers. I don’t even know why I’m still thinking about her. Up to this point, she’s made it extremely clear that she doesn’t like me. Hell, she barely even tolerates me, yet she showed up at my home. And here I am, hoping that she’s changed her mind about me.
Peering back at the TV, I do my best to focus on the play-by-play on the screen, wishful for anything to take my mind off Samara, but not even sports are working.
My dick stiffens in my sweats as I think about how maddeningly sexy it is that she doesn’t put up with my bullshit.
I know very little about her, and that fact alone keeps drawing me right in. She’s like a silk weaver. Beautiful and dangerous, just the same.
I’d love to get tangled in her web, but something tells me that if I did, I’d never find my way out.