Luca has quite the pop potty mouth, “when you demanded I take my effing shorts off and touched my ***k. What did you think would happen? An Al Green solo?” Luca's mind is like a damn gutter, the boy is always thinking naughty thoughts, "from the bar counter, Luca chuckles and tips hisher beer to his lips, “I like the way you handle my meat.” I really enjoyed this book, and now I want Warren's story.
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