“It’s freezing in here,” you mutter, warming your hands by the fire.
Luca doesn’t even flinch. “Then dress better.”
You turn, annoyed. “You're a real charmer, huh?”
He meets your gaze, expression blank. “Don’t expect warmth. From this house or from me.”
You smirk. “Good thing I brought my own heat.”
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