“Luca promptly paralyzes me by leaning down, pulling the helmet strap tight, and fastening the buckle under my chin. His aftershave smells like seawater, cool aquamarine, fresh and light; his breath on my face is warm and touched lightly with… — Lauren Henderson Copy Share Image
“So I smile as best I can, saunter over to the Vespa, take the helmet, and say casually as I put it on: “ Grazie! I’ve never been on one of these before.” Luca promptly paralyzes me by leaning down,… — Lauren Henderson Copy Share Image
