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finds its way into his mouth, to his tongue, to the sweet, wet crevices in his mouth. His kisses are lazy. Intimate. But they’ve never been enough, I always want more. He does too- I can feel the proof pushing into my stomach.
    He pulls away, rubbing his thumb across my swollen lip. “I missed the taste of your mouth,” he says, removing his hand and opening the door.
    He pulls me inside. Into his home. I look at the large living area. The back wall is made up entirely of windows. The ceiling is high with exposed beams and pipes. “Holy shit,” I mutter.
    “You like it?” he asks, leading me further into the space.
    “Um… yeah,” I say, looking to the right where an actual, complete, modern kitchen stands separated from the rest of the space by a bar made from one large slab of wood.  Between the bar and the windows is a pool table, flanked by miss-matched couches and chairs. The space is defined by a huge oriental rug. In the middle of the room is a massive L shaped book case that is attached to the ceiling with plumbing pipe.
    “Luca, that you?” a voice bellows out from the other side of the book case.
    “I have Jude with me so don’t talk stupid,” he yells out, leading me around the book case. His roommates are sprawled out on a sectional in various stages of putting down their X-box controllers. The game is paused on a massive, flat-screen TV. I always pictured Luca in a hole of a place. This is far from a hole. I’m distracted by the swagger for a minute but then I look to the three faces staring at me. I know them just from Luca’s descriptions.
    “Hey, Rake,” the big guy with the killer neck piece, “Miles,” the one that looks like a hipster with his tortoise shell glasses and beanie, “Anthony,” the Latino pretty boy as Luca refers to him, “I’m Jude.”
    “Don’t tell me this guy told you about us,” Rake says to me.
    “He might have mentioned you,” I tell him as Luca brings me around the couch and gently pulls me down next to him.
    “Well he sure as hell described you all wrong,” Anthony says, letting out a low whistle.
    “What? Did he tell you I preferred black and wore heavy makeup and liked to pierce my face?”
    “Something like that,” Anthony says. “Said you were beautiful, just a different kind of beautiful.”
    “I’m trying to be the girl he wants me to be,” I admit for some stupid reason. I need to keep my mouth shut sometimes. It makes Luca seem shallow, which he isn’t.
    The guys all look at me, Luca just lets out a low laugh. “She misunderstands what I want for her,” he informs them.
    “We’ve watched him go through a few transformations for you, too,” Miles says, sounding irritated.
    I furrow my eyebrows at Luca. What the hell does that mean? “Really?” I ask him.
    “Yeah, really,” he says, brushing his hand across my cheek. “We can talk about it later if you want. You’re not going to like it.”
    “So how was the dorm?” Rake interrupts my curious glare.
    “Don’t really know. My roommate couldn’t keep her eyes of Luca so we got the hell out of there.”
    The guys snicker and Anthony says, “Sound like you could use a drink.”
    “No, I’m okay,” I tell him.
    “Something harder?” Rake offers.
    “What the fuck, man?” Luca asks, sitting up from his relaxed position on the couch.
    “Yo, relax. Jesus…got it.”
    Luca takes a deep breath and stands. “Come on, sweet girl,” he says quietly.
    I stand and he starts to lead me out of the room. “I’m glad I finally got to meet you guys,” I say over my shoulder.
    They nod at me, but they’re all silent, like Luca scared the crap out of them with his small what the fuck, man.
    Luca leads me to the end of the hallway and brings me into his bedroom. Again, I’m shocked by how off my imagination was. This is not the space I pictured him in during our late night conversations.
    There is another large bank of windows. A pipe runs along the top holding billboard vinyls