At eight o’clock that evening, Luca pushed through the door of the hotel room, exhausted. “Let’s not go out for dinner,” he said, flopping on the bed.
Duncan lay beside him and started kissing his neck. “How was it?”
Luca sighed. “Long and boring. Waiting for lights to be set up. Waiting while test shots were examined. Changing clothes. Having people hovering around like flies, touching up my makeup and hair. Fussing. Endless…bloody…fussing.”
Duncan kissed a trail from Luca’s neck to his lips. “I missed you.”
Luca turned his head away. “Duncan, I’m exhausted. I can’t.”
Duncan immediately stopped, raising himself on an elbow to better see Luca. “I only wanted to let you know how much I missed you.”
“I know, but I honestly just want to have something to eat and go to sleep. They want m
