He's got a whole new set of symptoms and an entirely new way of looking at it as the thumping of his chest gripped the entirety of his being.
Luca felt like a giant heart.
A stunned heart that was incapable of blinking, breathing, or thinking. And all he could do was beat frantically until Xavier took pity on him.
Or send him to the afterlife in one piece because the prince who never took his eyes off him shifted, just a little, tilting forward, then angling his head as those lips brushed gently against Luca's brow.
A featherlight kiss.
So light he was probably going to fly.
But to the confessing prince, it was a wordless vow, and an encouragement to take it easy.
From the very beginning, Xavier had thought of taking his time because he didn't want Luca to be consumed by his thoughts and affections.
