Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
JEMMA
Lukewarm water cascades down my soapy skin as Luca consumes my every thought.
His kindness knows no bounds. His sexiness makes me ravenous.
His banter is playful. He’s the full glorious package.
He makes me feel better, feel seen. Of all the men I could have slammed into, I ran into Luca. How did I get so lucky?
For real. How?
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it’s a bit of Christmas magic. From scammed and alone to a perfect Parisian apartment complete with a French hottie, who, I might add, is currently waiting for me in a sexy Santa apron, ready and willing to bake Christmas cookies in honor of my mother.
Swoon.
I’m beyond grateful for everything my twisted bit of luck has brought me, but greedily, I want more.
I know I just met Luca, but it feels like we’ve known each other for years.
My time in Paris is limited, and I want to experience everything, including him. As daydreamy thoughts of Luca’s sultry lips on mine fill my mind, a burst of icy cold water sputters from the showerhead, knocking me back to reality.
Shivering, I twist the knob and reach for my fluffy towel.
What if I’m getting ahead of myself? Luca’s kindness could be just that—kindness. Nothing more.
Ugh!
I have a giant Eiffel Tower-sized problem—I want so much more.