Luca went up quietly to check in on his dad while Kit walked the nurse out. She said he had slept the entire time, thankfully. Clearly, his dad had not shared his 'feeling' with Andre; if he had, there was no way Andre would have left. He found Leonardo sleeping soundly and carefully crept back out of his room.

I don't think I have much time left, son... the words kept running through his head on a loop. What did that mean? Months? Weeks? Not days, right?

When he walked back downstairs, Kit was standing near the kitchen island, and her eyes met him as he stepped closer, "what is it, Luca?"

"He's fine," Luca said, "he's sleeping."

"You're not fine," she said with a knowing look.

"No," he agreed, "I'm not."

She pulled his hand gently. "Come sit with me." She led him to the couch and sat next to him, his hand still clasped in hers.

"He told me he thinks he doesn't have much time left."

"Oh, Luca," she gasped, pain flashing through her eyes too. "I'm so sorry."

"It hit me hard. I keep hearing them."

She crawled into his lap, and he breathed in the scent of her hair and felt her warmth. What an idiot he was, running from the one thing that made any of this bearable. He encircled his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

"He surprised me," he mumbled. "I knew he'd apologize, but I didn't think it would be... it was genuine. He didn't try and make excuses, but he told me about some stuff from his side."

"You were good to hear him out," she told him.

"I did feel like he meant it when he said he was sorry; I mean shit, he's my dad. I don't want him to die with just bitter feelings."

"He doesn't have to now." She was running her hand over his cheek; her voice, her touch, everything about her was soothing him at that moment, and after days of being on edge, it was everything.

"I just want to forget for a while, Kit Kat."

"Then let's forget for a while," she claimed his lips as she maneuvered herself so she was straddling his lap. Her tongue danced with his as she ground her hips down on his.

His dick hardened instantly. Two days were too long to go without her. His body needed her as much as he needed air and water. He pressed his lips against her neck, and she dipped her head back and moaned. He started sucking harder on the soft skin of her neck. Her little noises only encouraged him to keep going. He left a decent size mark on her, which made him even harder.

"Mine," he said in a low voice as he ran his tongue across it.

"Oh, fuck Luca." She started to grind down against his erection. He tugged at her shirt, and she held up her arms, letting him pull it off her. "Not one of these," he whined at the big sports bra she had under her shirt.

"If you don't like it, take it off."

"Glady," he grabbed the front closure and ripped it off her.

"I didn't say rip it!" she exclaimed.

"You didn't say not to, and your nipples tell me they loved it."

He followed that up by flicking his tongue over one of her pert nipples. Her back arched in response; he did the same to the other and then bit down gently on it. She started pulling at his shirt, and he obliged her, ripping it over his head as he met her lips again in another heated kiss.

"I need to be inside you now," he whispered as they parted.

"Take me to your bedroom."

He stood lifting her up with him, and she straddled him with her legs around his waist. He walked quickly to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. She giggled when he tossed her down on the bed.

"Shh," he held his finger to his lips to quiet her.

She flashed him a sexy fucking grin as she shimmied out her pants, teasing his cock to the point of painful need for her.

He reached into his pocket for his wallet and grabbed a condom before shedding his pants and boxers and letting them drop to the floor. His eyes took in the sight of the redhead sprawled across his bed. She was naked other than a pair of pink panties. Her locks splayed across his pillow like fire in the moonlight of his room. Her pouty lips were swollen and red from his kisses, and her brown eyes were oozing with the desire of a lioness.

He rolled the condom on and crawled over her perfect body, his hands cupping her cheeks as he gazed into those lustful eyes. "You're beautiful, Cricket."

An emotion passed over her face as her lips parted for him; he claimed them with a soft and tender kiss as he pressed his body against hers. He hooked his fingertips over the sides of her panties and pulled them down in one easy tug. He entered her in one thrust filling her tight sleeve, and they both moaned in appreciation as they connected again. Nothing felt as good as she did.

"Roll over," she directed, pushing at his chest; he grinned as he rolled over to his back. She climbed over him and lowered herself down on his aching cock. He looked up at her as she started moving faster. Her breasts began to bounce up and down as she increased the pace, her tight core gripping and milking him to oblivion quickly.

"Luciano," she whispered his name in a fevered pitch, her body was starting to tremble, and her cheeks were flushed. He took control, flipping them back over as they stayed connected. He pulled out of her and then back in, over and over. She started digging her nails into his back as he continued.

"I'm close..." she breathed out. "Don't let me scream."

This time he covered her mouth with his own, kissing her deeply as they both went into oblivion together.

They were both panting heavily and sweaty as their lips parted; he wasn't ready to disconnect from her yet, so he pulled her against his chest instead. Fuck it, if he didn't enjoy this part almost as much as the sex, she was doing something to him, and he didn't want to stop.

They lay together like that for a while, quiet and content. His mind finally settled down for the first time in days.

"You hungry? I don't know when I last ate," he asked after a while.

"Yeah, I don't either." She sat up and scanned the room for his shirt.

He chuckled. "It's in the other room."

They made their way to the other room, and she slipped his shirt on. "You're the only girl I've ever let wear my shirts," he told her as he tugged his jeans.

"What? Seriously?" she asked. "But you told me to wear it."

"I know," he flashed her a grin. "Because I like you in them, only you."

"Oh," she blushed as a grin spread over her face.

She followed him to the kitchen while rummaging through the freezer.

"Pizza, okay?"

"Yeah, sounds-"

A loud crash followed by laughter outside the door interrupted her. Carly and Andre stumbled inside. Carly giggled and came to sit on a stool on the island, and Andre started walking toward Luca.

"Quiet, Leo is sleeping," Kit cringed as she went to fill a few glasses of water.

"How'd you get home?" Luca asked.

"One of Jase's friends was sober," Carly said, "I'm hungry; are you making food?"

"I'll put a second pizza in," Luca said as he went to do so.

"Luca, I'm so glad you came home," Andre said as he got closer to his brother, "I missed you, you know?" He reached in for the hug, and Luca backed away just before he could.

"Oh, come on, brothers, hug," Andre said, making Carly laugh.

"Well, I don't hug," Luca folded his arms around himself.

"Just give him a hug!" Carly pushed.

"Shh," Kit hushed her. "Luca, just hug him so they quiet down."

"Oh, fine." Luca loosely wrapped his arms around him and gave him one awkward pat on the back. "There, there."

"There, there?" Kit laughed at that.

Andre turned then and seemed to just notice her.

"Kit." he walked towards with his arms outstretched, "You've done so much for us. I can't thank you enough."

"It's no problem, Andre, really." He threw his arms around her, all drunkenly off balance, and she was just in a tee shirt. She glanced at Luca for help.

"Okay, little brother," Luca he took Andre's arms and pulled him back. "Let's let go of my girl."

"I'm going to toss him a cold shower," Luca looked at Carly as he took hold of his drunken brother, who leaned against him as they walked. "Try and sober him up a little."

"I'm not drunk," Andre protested as Luca dragged him to the bathroom.

"No, not at all, cuddle bug," Luca drawled out.

"You called Kit your girlfriend," Andre teased with a snicker.

"I know what I called her," Luca said.

****

Kit stood frozen, staring at the bathroom door for several moments. If she woke up in her bed tomorrow and this was all a dream, she wouldn't be surprised at this point. Did that happen?

"He hasn't been this drunk, like, ever," She realized Carly was talking and glanced over, "I guess I made 'em too strong."

"You do have a very heavy booze hand."

"Jase made out with Jess," Carly told her.

"Really?" Kit gushed. "What happened? How? When?"

"I don't know. I saw them making out on the porch swing when we left."

"Kyle's going to cause a problem," Carly warned her. "He hates losing."

"Yeah, I know," Kit sighed.

"It was Luca's idea to get her jealous," Kit informed her.

"Clever," Carly grinned. "Props. Nice of him to take care of Andre right now too."

"He's not what you think he is," Kit said as she went to check the pizzas, they were done, so she pulled them out.

"I'm seeing that now," Carly agreed. "...so you're his girl."

"You did hear that?" Kit grinned as she bit her lip.

"Uh-huh." She grinned back at her.

The guys came out of the bathroom then, and Andre looked slightly better, but he walked past them to the couch and then flopped down.

"What did you give him?" Luca asked with a laugh.

"Mostly tequila, I'm guessing," Kit said. She pulled her hair back as she went to cut the pizza, and Carly gasped.

"Holy crap, look at that hickey!"

"Why don't you take a picture? Send it to that golden clown boy," Luca spoke as he walked into the kitchen.

"What did you say to him? He was almost purple-faced!"

"You don't want to know," Kit assured her as she grabbed a slice of pizza.

"Was I wrong, though, Kit Kat?" Luca taunted her.

"You know you weren't, Luciano," she teased.

"You're right. I probably don't want to know," Carly grabbed a slice of pizza too. "Andre, grab a slice."

"I want some mashed potatoes," Andre yelled from the couch.

"Not happening. Eat pizza," Luca called back.

"I'll make you some mashed potatoes," Carly offered as she devoured her pizza. "In a minute."

"Iz okay, save me slice," Andre mumbled.

Kit was enjoying seeing this side of Andre and could see Luca was enjoying it too.

"I'm going to crash in Andre's bed. He'll find his way there at some point. Night, guys."

"Night, Carly," Luca said, and her face lit up.

"You called me Carly!" she ran up to him to hug him, and he cringed, just standing there motionless as she squeezed him.

"Enough hugs!" he groaned.

Carly just giggled, kissing Kit's cheek as she passed her. "Goodnight."

"I come back, and suddenly I'm wearing a hug-me shirt. The hell?" Luca muttered, making Kit giggle.

"Not funny."

"It kind of is," she said as she stepped closer to him. "So, um, can I have a hug?"

"You can have as many hugs as you want," he said in that low velvet voice that gave her chills. "When I'm done with you."

He picked her up and hauled her over his shoulder, carrying her back to his bedroom.