Nope. Luca Suarez didn’t need protection from the world, but apparently, he needed protection from a fucking shower door.
Talk about humiliating.
“Luca?”
“Yeah.” He dropped his forehead against the frosted glass.
“You sure you’re okay?”
He had to know. Maybe not the exact circumstance, but Nox could feel Luca just as much as Luca could feel him. Sometimes the emotions were so strong they were practically words.
Luca bet humiliation sounded like a song in a cheesy musical.
“Nox…”
The bathroom door opened, and Nox walked over. His massive form was nothing but a blur behind the shower glass. “Step back in case the glass breaks.”
Luca did.
The shower door popped, and the metal railing earned another dent as the groove on the bottom of the door was forced back onto the tracks.
Nox pushed the door aside with a grinding protest.
He picked the towel off the sink and handed it to Luca.
“Thanks.” Luca wrapped it around his waist.
“I guess I should have showered with you.”
“Yeah, then we would have a broken door rather than a stuck one. At least this way, it still works.”
Nox frowned. “Why would it have broken?”
“Because the first time you shoved me up against the frame, it would have broken and the glass would have shattered.”
Pink tinged Nox’s cheeks. “Sorry.”
“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything.”
“No, but you’re right. I would have.”
And Luca never wanted Nox’s desire for him to change. Nox stepped closer, and the heat of his body threatened to suffocate Luca.
It was a feeling Luca cherished because Nox didn’t have to share it with him.
His eyes darkened, and Luca knew Nox heard the thought.
“You’re wrong. I have to share it.” Nox ran his thumb down Luca’s cheek.
“Why?”
“Because without you, the world is meaningless.”
Luca put a hand on Nox’s chest. “You ever consider writing poetry. I think you’d be great at it.”
Nox held Luca’s hand over his heart. “I’d rather spend my time doing things that give me something to write about.”
Luca preferred that, too.