Alex was ridiculously adorable, not just because he was American and did things in that audacious American sort of way. Everything about him was lovely, his smile, the way he kissed, even the slightly less-than-thrilled expression on his face now. "I am a growing boy," Luca said, patting his flat stomach. It wasn't that he didn't want to continue kissing. He just felt like Alex was the sort of boy he could really like a lot. He didn't want to rush over any of what might be things he'd want to remember for a long time.