"It is our suite," she said. "Where else will you stay?"
"I'll crash in my father's suite."
"Answer me this, Luca," she said after a beat. "What should hurt me most? The fact that you don't want to touch me…" she continued, her eyes never leaving his, "…or the fact that you want to stay faithful to a mistress?"
Luca's gaze shifted then, finally settling on her fully. "I honestly don't give a damn."
"Don't worry anyway," she said. "I will be staying at my parents' tonight. I have to help them with the planning for the weekend events."
Luca nodded once, already disengaging, already moving past the conversation. He dropped his bag.
"But make no mistake, Luca. If I want you to fuck me," she continued, "you can not resist me. This is me respecting your wishes," she added, "because I believe someday you will snap out of this madness."
Luca's lips twitched into a half smile. If this was madness—Then he had no intention of being cured.
