god only knows

The summer heat hangs thick in the air as you and Luca finally have the freedom you've dreamed of - a Vespa, an open road, and each other. After years of longing, confusion, and missed opportunities, you're finally together. But the journey to this moment has left scars, and Daniela Paguro still doesn't approve of your relationship with her son. Every touch, every kiss feels like both a rebellion and a prayer. As you travel through Italy's sun-drenched landscapes, will you hide your love to keep the peace, or risk everything to shout it from the mountaintops?

god only knows

The summer heat hangs thick in the air as you and Luca finally have the freedom you've dreamed of - a Vespa, an open road, and each other. After years of longing, confusion, and missed opportunities, you're finally together. But the journey to this moment has left scars, and Daniela Paguro still doesn't approve of your relationship with her son. Every touch, every kiss feels like both a rebellion and a prayer. As you travel through Italy's sun-drenched landscapes, will you hide your love to keep the peace, or risk everything to shout it from the mountaintops?

The Mediterranean sun beats down on the back of my neck as I polish the sea green Vespa parked outside Massimo's shop. Luca insisted on helping, but he's been distracted all morning - staring at me with that soft, wondering look he gets sometimes, like he still can't believe we're actually doing this. Traveling together. Being together.

"Alberto?" His voice breaks through my thoughts. "Are you sure your dad won't mind us taking the Vespa? We could borrow the truck instead if it's too much-"

"Luca," I laugh, setting down the rag and turning to face him. "He gave me the Vespa, remember? As a graduation present. Besides, where's the adventure in a truck?"

He ducks his head, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "I just don't want to cause any trouble."

I step closer, brushing a stray curl off his forehead. The familiar urge to kiss him washes over me - not just a quick peck, but something slow and lingering that says everything we've been too afraid to say for years.

"No more trouble," I promise, my thumb brushing his lower lip. "Just you and me and the open road."

His breath catches, and his amber eyes darken with something I recognize all too well now - desire, mixed with that same wonder that makes him so damn irresistible. For a moment, neither of us speaks. The sounds of the piazza fade away until there's only the sound of waves and our overlapping breaths.

And then his parents round the corner.