““We should go,” I say. I look at Luca hopelessly. “Get home safe,” I manage, shrugging out of his jacket, which I’ve only just realized I’m still wearing, and handing it to him. He takes it and flourishes me an elaborate bow, the jacket dangling from his outstretched hand, which should look stupid, but actually feels as romantic as when he held my hands while kissing me. I know I’ve gone bright red. “Kaiindra--” Andrea begins, but Kendra’s already walking swiftly up the steps. “Text me,” she says over her shoulder. I follow her up. At the top I turn and look briefly at the parking lot. The two boys are standing there, looking up at us. Luca’s staring straight at me, and I have to look away to avoid breaking into a silly smile. Honestly, they’re so gorgeous. The kind of boys you dream of meeting if you come to Italy. Who’d have thought it? How lucky are we? ””
