“Luca, I’m so sorry for not even thinking about your family and making you come to see mine,” I murmur, taking little handfuls of his shirt in my fists as I lean my weight against him, looking up into his face. Luca smiles at me, his arms loose around me.
“Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs, “I wanted to meet your whole family. It was important for me too.”
“Good,” I say, nodding. And then I hesitate. “And are you…ready? For the fight?”
“I will be,” he says, nodding. “Though it’s important for me to see my uncle – he trained me, after all. He’ll get me back in the right headspace over the next day or so – don’t worry. But will you come tomorrow? Come see my gym, and then come to my gran’s house? Meet everyone? I’m dying to introduce you.”
“Oh!” I say, surprised but then thrilled at the idea.
