I lean forward, wanting to kiss him very much again, but suddenly his words register fully with me and I give a little squeak, sitting up straight.
“What?” Luca asks, suddenly concerned.
“Wait,” I say, looking at him askance as I let my knees fall on either side of his waist, straddling him with my hands on his chest. “Precisely how slutty were you, Luca Grant?”
He grins up at me, broad and happy. “What answer do you want, Ariel? The truth, or the one that’s going to make you want to kiss me again?”
“The truth,” I growl, giving him a little smack on the chest.
“Do that again,” he murmurs, one hand slipping to my back and pressing me forward a little bit, “I liked that.”
“Pay attention, boy,” I command, pointing a finger into his face, though I lean forward a little more. “Now, spill.
