[Oops, Luca is cracking a near impish grin. He lifts his brows up, already taking a few steps back toward the stairs. The flush of his cheeks is creeping down his neck, but right now he's feeling mildly emboldened. It's the gremlin instinct.]
It would only be right for you to fall down this time.
[He doesn't wait for a response, or even a kiss. He's already making for the stairs.]
If you feel like kissing me again, I suggest you hurry.
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It would only be right for you to fall down this time.
[He doesn't wait for a response, or even a kiss. He's already making for the stairs.]
If you feel like kissing me again, I suggest you hurry.