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Luca lets out a dark laugh and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Seriously?” he says, his voice a little exhausted. “You’re here?” I grimace a little, taking a step back behind the tree. “Is that…bad? I can…go.” “No,” he says, tilting his head and inviting me closer. “I guess…I mean, I’m not surprised. Who the hell else would I be dreaming about.” I bite my lip a little, smiling and moving closer to him, stopping about five feet away. “What do you mean?” I ask, tilting my head, my eyes drifting over him and noticing that he’s dressed in cotton sweatpants and a black sweatshirt – probably the sort of things he wears when he’s relaxed at home. Clothes that make him look just…ridiculously good. Like the boxer he is, about to go train for the day. “Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?” he say