Luca’s POV
“That was all a misunderstanding.” Armani groaned out while shooting me a narrowed gaze at me, feeling a little bit attacked, because that was obvious what all what I had previously said I had meant – but then, I was referring to myself as well and not just to him.
I rolled my eyes a little in the next moment and puffed out a deep breath, and then I started to speak as soon as my eye was back to focusing on him.
“Damn, you grew up to be one hot motherfucker.” I stated as I glanced at him intently, noting how his bulging bicep looked right here with no piece of material covering it from an open view. He had obviously been spending a whole lot of time at the gym, almost like the way I do, which was definitely why he was able to achieve this kind of body for himself.
“Aish, stop saying that, it isn’t true.” Armani started to say in the next moment as he grinned a little and turned away from me after a few moments. His back was also ripped as fuck. It wasn’t as ripped as mine, but it was still a lot ripped like this, and it honestly looks so good on him.
I don’t know why but it has actually never ever crossed my mind that he could be ripped. I mean, that might probably be because of the fact that my brain had still been imagining him as someone still really young and not this matured and grown up.
“Okay, I’m guessing this is the part where I’m supposed to go fetch you some clothes of mine, hm?” I started to speak after a couple of minutes as I dragged my fingers through my hair really slowly.
“Yeah, exactly. I was already starting to wonder if you had already forgotten about that.” Armani started to speak as he instantly turned back around until he was staring at me once again. His brown curls were hanging around his forehead and eyes, and the sides of his head and he looked really soft in that particular moment. His eyes weren't as red rimmed as it was before, immediately after he had stopped crying, but his eyelids were still a little bit puffy at the moment and that was all.
“I didn’t, I didn’t. It just kind of almost completely skipped my mind.” I said to him with a small eye roll and a small smile starting to tug at the side of my lips.
After a few seconds had passed with him scoffing a little, I decided to continue. “I’ll head out right now, and I’ll go get some stuff for you. I’ll be right back.”
“Alright, and please don’t stay too long.” He called out as I made to push the door open and I paused for a moment, slowly turned back around until I was staring at him, and then I started to speak. “Is anything the matter, Armani?”
“Oh, no. There’s no problem, it’s just me who wants you to be back really fast so that you can give me the stuff and go back downstairs to your wife… you know you kind of jest her there all by herself for a while now, which is kind of bad, you know?” He continued to speak with little shrugs of his shoulders every here and there. As soon as his words were sinking into my head, I realized that all what he had said was indeed what was supposed to be said, and that I had honestly completely forgotten about her all these while.
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OMG what a way to leave everyone hanging. Please let there be more coming or even another novel to provide a much needed ending....
Are there anymore chapters coming? The ending left us hanging...