Days passed since Lucas spent that wonderful day at Giuseppe’s place and the punk had spent the days in a half dreamlike state as he worked and gravitated around the bars, focusing more on his drink than on the guys and girls around, seemingly ignoring every time someone tried to hit on him.
He just couldn’t forget those beautiful brown eyes and that naked body on the sheets. That comforting warmth when he hugged him close. That sense of security.
Still he found himself not seeking Giuseppe, troubled by all those new feelings. Lucas didn’t quite know how to deal and he felt like staying around Giuseppe too long would eventually drag him into his chaotic life. He didn’t want that. He did not want to disturb a good man’s peace.
And so he found himself wandering the night along the less busy streets of Rome, trying to clear his thoughts.