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Chapter sixty-two

Luca

I guess the massage was good because Samara didn’t kick me out of the bed tonight like I’d been anticipating.

And just like last night, I can’t get my brain to shut off.

I can’t stop thinking about her with another man tomorrow, and my inner child keeps throwing ideas into my mind of ways to sabotage their date.

This isn’t a scene from The Parent Trap , Luca.

I’ve been grumpy all night, and not even my call with Gia fixed it.

I mean, it definitely helped. I’ve got the cutest kid on the planet; how could it not? But the moment I got off the phone with her and Cici, I was immediately back to the grumpy little shit I’d transformed into the moment Samara told me about her mom’s scheming.

And yes, I’m fully aware that we’re fake dating , but shit, sometimes, it feels pretty goddamn real. Yes, Samara is also a brat. Yes, she can be snarky. Yes , she still seems to get fed up with my crap, but I think those may be the things I like most about her.

It makes me feel like a good boy. Like I’ve managed to earn every smile, every laugh, and every breathy moan.

I love how fiery she is and that she doesn’t hesitate to put me in my place. I can’t see myself with someone who doesn’t do exactly that.

But she’s made it immensely clear that we will never really be together, so instead, I’ll just enjoy my time with her while I have it.

Or at least, I’ll try to enjoy my time with her when her mom isn’t setting her up with other men, that is.

“Luca, if you don’t stop huffing and puffing over there, I’m going to suffocate you with my pillow and drag your body into the ocean,” Samara complains.

That makes me laugh because I think she might actually do it, and it only makes me like her more.

Fuck me.