15 Chapter 14

January 26th, 2016.

Everywhere was dark and the oxygen in the air was not too abundant, I thanked the Lord I wasn't claustrophobic or I would be having a panic attack in this tight space I was enclosed in, still I tried not to breathe too much in order to conserve my limited supply of air.

My enclosed container started to move, slow at first, then at a neck breaking speed causing me to bump my head against the hard wall. I gasped, consuming my precious oxygen. I was tempted to hit the walls to alert the person doing this that someone was inside but stopped, I couldn't risk exposing my location.

Someone slammed the brakes and I hit my head against the wall.

Ouch!

Bright light exploded into my enclosed area, when my eyes adjusted I saw a golden haired person standing above me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"I'm not going to let you ride in that boot for the rest of the journey, come on." He held a hand out. "You're sitting in front with me."

I sighed deeply. "I can do this, Luke. Besides, if I sit in the car with you, the higher the risk of getting caught on surveillance cameras."

"First of all, the car has tinted windows in case you didn't notice. Secondly, we've passed all the surveillance cameras surrounding the mansion. We're not taking the main roads, so we're safe. Come on." He still held his hand out.

I took it graciously. That boot was way too small and uncomfortable for me to make it through the whole car ride. Inside the car, cold air was blasting through the vents.

I thought back to when I told Luke my big plan and his funny reaction.

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"That's the stupidest plan I've heard in all my life." He stood up from the bench and stomped to the fountain.

"Come on Luke, let's just give it a try. If it goes wrong, I'll take all the blame for it." I said, going after him.

"It's not about who's going to take the blame princess, there's just too much holes in your plan." He turned to face me, determination set in his blue eyes.

I was losing him, I had to find some way to convince him. I closed the distance between us and looked up at him, making my eyes water a little in an effort to show him how important this was for me. I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Remember your promise to me, Luke? You can't back out now." I said, referring to our promise rings.

He scratched and pulled his hair in frustration, turned away from me, swore heavily in Italian before finally accepting to help me carry out my plan.

The plan was a very simple one. Luke was going to take his sick leave from my father because he never did get to rest after his near fatal gunshot wound. Of course my father would grant his underboss his leave. While he packed his things, I would sneak out of the house and hide in the boot of his car then he'd drive us to somewhere safe, a place my father wouldn't think of looking for me until the engagement and wedding date passed.

Did this sound stupid to you?

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I turned to see Luke clutching the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white.

''Just so you know, there's still something we have to do to make this a success."

"Is there still more to this?" He looked at me with livid eyes.

"I just want you to know that everything we're going to do from now, should be what only one person would do."

He chose not to reply and turned back to the road, which was good because I knew if he said one more word he'd turn this car around. Maybe I should keep quiet and not push him over the edge.

I looked out the window, doing what I always did when I was travelling. Just watching the landscape go by.

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When we got to our destination it was a few minutes past 9pm. We had been driving for roughly four hours, taking no pitstops on the way, I was stiff from sitting in one position, I wondered how Luke felt.

It had been a while since I had been to this part of the country, I'd forgotten the beauty of Tuscany, the gorgeous landscapes and the sites. Since Luke's mum died he didn't come here anymore, the house reminded him so much of her, as it belonged to her. I wondered if it was a good idea to make him bring me here.

The modest cottage was so much modern now, I observed as we pulled into the garage Luke opened remotely, when compared to it's former country look. A big plasma screen in the living room, and the kitchen was full of modernised equipment, the cupboards and refrigerator were stocked to the brim with food items. When did Luke have time to restock?

Before I could reacquaint myself with the house, he dragged me to the master bedroom. "Shower, get dressed and meet me in the kitchen so we can eat dinner. I'm hungry, I'm sure you are too." He said, curtly, his face emotionless.

He disappeared into the closet to get clothes for me.

I walked into the bathroom, stripped and walked into the shower stall, closing the glass door behind me. The body baths, shampoos, conditioners, were all men products. I sighed, what did I expect? I washed my body and hair, standing under the stream of steaming water until I felt clean.

I came out and wrapped a large towel around my body and a smaller one on my head.

In the room, I saw clothes on the bed. I pat dried my hair with the towel, careful not to tangle it because I wouldn't any hair straightener or curlers in the house.

I was surprised to see a bra and panty in the pile of clothes, where the hell did he get them? Or rather who did they belong too?

Luckily, they were new, the price tag still attached on them. I dressed quickly and put on the large T-shirt I found but I couldn't find the shorts anywhere, maybe he forgot to add it to the pile of clothes. I put my half dried hair in a pony tail and left the room to find Luke.

I found in him in the kitchen fixing dinner.

"I ordered pizza, I thought I should give you a cooking break." He said, as he put slices of pizza into a large plate.

His hair was wet, which meant he had a shower in another room. He was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants, his bandage freshly changed.

"Luke, I can't find shorts to put on."

"You mean this one?" He turned around to face me, pointing to his sweatpants.

"No, not yours, I mean mine. The one you were supposed to give me."

"That's what I said, this one." There was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I knew that look anywhere, it meant trouble. I looked at him confused as to what he was getting at.

"In case you don't remember, let me refresh your memory." He cleared his throat. "I just want you to know that everything we're going to do from now should be what only one person would do." He mimicked me, stalked me until my back hit the kitchen counter. "And that includes clothes." He leaned down, he was so close his nose touched mine.

I looked him in the eye to show him I wasn't intimidated. "I never said clothes were involved in that."

"Oh, but you implied it. Are you comfortable?"

I shook my head, I couldn't be running around the house in just shirts and undies.

"I have a solution then, why don't we just switch. I'll take the top, you'll take the shorts since you want them so much. I wonder why I didn't think of it earlier." He raised his eyebrows up and down.

I was appalled, I couldn't even imagine how we would look like, awkward wouldn't even be able to define it.

"No, thank you. I'm okay with the top."

He laughed as he led me to the dinning table. "I was joking, princess."

"So you'll give me a short?" I asked sounding hopeful.

"No."

I frowned, I prayed it didn't get worse than this. Me and my big mouth.

After dinner, we decided to watch a movie in the bedroom before hitting the sack.

In the bedroom, while I settled on the bed, Luke pressed a button that caused the large TV to come out of the foot of the bed. He surfed through different channels until he picked a funny movie.

When he settled on the bed, he pulled me onto his lap. I opened my mouth to protest.

"One person princess, one person." He whispered in my ear.

I closed my mouth, its best not to argue.

While we were watching the movie, he unconsciously kept running his nose over the exposed skin on my shoulder. I say unconsciously because anytime he realised what he was doing he stopped.

Only to continue again after a few minutes.

I used my shoulder to nudge his nose away. "Stop sniffing me. We used the same body wash so I don't smell any different."

He stopped.

Then he started again.

I sighed deeply, after all I was the one that got myself into this mess.

The movie finally came to a funny and happy end. Luke put the TV off and I rolled off his lap to find a comfortable position on the bed.

I settled comfortably only to be pulled back on a rock hard chest.

For the love of God!

"One p---"

"Don't give me that one person shit! I've had enough, we can not cuddle, this is the last straw!" I tried to free myself but his arms were like clamps around my body.

"You see it as cuddling, I see it as utilizing the bed as only one person would." He squeezed.

I kept quiet, I think he knew the silence and the look I was giving him very well, it was always accompanied by pain. I swear, if he didn't put me down this instant, I would bite him really hard.

"Fine." He put me back in my former position. "Just don't roll too far."

I wanted to get as far as possible. As if he read my mind, he draped an arm casually but firmly over my stomach barring me from making any movement.

Let it go, just let it go Ophelia. You're going to annoy him tomorrow. I let the waves of tiredness wash over me, carrying me to the land of peaceful sleep.

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January 27th, 2016

I opened one eye slowly and looked around. The sun was up in the sky already. Its rays bathing the room in its warm golden colour.

Luke was already awake. How did I know? He was drawing shapes on my bare stomach with his finger. I wondered how the shirt went up that far. I closed my eyes again.

"I know you're awake Ophelia, your breathing changed."

I groaned. "I'm still tired, I want to sleep some more."

He rolled me onto my back and hovered over me. "I'm hungry and you're going to prepare breakfast, so get up."

He pulled me up to a sitting position. "Fine. Fine I'm up! Just let me shower and change first."

He made a cute face attempting to pout. "Fine."

I got down from the bed and dashed into the bathroom. I turned around to see Luke behind me.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him.

"I want to shower too."

Oh no, you don't.

"Out! Get out you perv!" I pushed him or tried to push him because it felt like I was pushing a brick wall.

He was laughing. "I'll go but first, let me just brush my teeth. I won't take more than five minutes."

Did I honestly look that stupid?

"Conduct your daily routine in another room, after all, you did it yesterday."

I finally got him out of the bathroom and locked the door for safety sake.

"You'll be sorry you didn't let me in, princess." He shouted outside the door, his voice full of mirth and mischief.

I shook my head. I knew he was joking but I was surprised at his change of demeanour. He was always so serious and business like, back at the mansion, here he was playful, witty, most of all caveman like.

After my shower, I regretted not bringing my clothes in with me. I unlocked the door and opened it slowly, peered into the bedroom to see it empty. I tied my towel tightly around my body and searched the room to see if Luke was hiding to set an ambush on me, like we used to do when we were children. Luckily, it was empty. I saw the new set of clothes: a bra, a panty and a shirt, no short as usual.

I put them on and made my way to the kitchen. In the living room, the sound system was blasting songs at a bearable volume.

Crashing, hit a wall

Right now I need a miracle

Hurry up now, I need a miracle.

Stranded, reaching out

I call your name but you're not around.

I say your name but you're not around.

I got a bag of flour, eggs, butter, a carton of milk, sugar, spices, a chocolate bar from the cupboards and fridge respectively, while moving my body to the beat of the current song.

I made batter with the flour, eggs, milk, sugar for pancakes and made dough for the chocolate chip cookies.

I need ya, I need ya, I need ya right now

Yeah, I need you right now

So don't let me, don't let me, don't let me down.

I think I'm losing my mind now.

It's in my head, darling I hope

That you'll be here when I need you the most.

So don't let me, don't let me, don't let me down

D-don't let me down

Don't let me down

Don't let me down, down, down.

Don't let me down, don't let me down, down, down.

I was doing some of my killer moves I had created for the song.

Arms circled me from behind, turned me around, lifted me and kept me on the kitchen counter.

"Don't worry princess, I won't let you down." He made himself comfortable between my separated thighs.

I laughed because I was caught dancing and I was surprised at the way he lifted, like I was a piece of paper.

"That reminds me. Here, how's this?" I smeared batter on his lower lip. "Sweet enough?"

He wiped the batter off with his tongue without taking his eyes off me. "Yeah, its okay."

"Good. Now put me down!"

He did.

I set the pan on the fire, I put the batter in after the pan was heated and the butter had spread evenly.

As the first batch of pancakes were getting ready, I was multitasking, rolling the dough for the cookies.

I bumped into rock hard chest.

While I was working, Luke had been shadowing me.

"Find somewhere to sit down, you're making me uncomfortable." I rubbed my back against his body to emphasise that there was not enough space for me to move without making contact with him.

"I can't help it." He moved my hair away from my face to my back. "I love watching you work."

"Then make yourself useful. At least you can shape the cookies while I concentrate on the pancakes."

I made space for him and showed him what he needed to do.

20 minutes later.

I checked the cookies in the oven, they were white, they still needed a few minutes.

I set the jug of warm milk on the table close to the plate of pancakes and bacon.

I noticed only one piece of cutlery in Luke's hand. He forgot to bring out one for me. I stood up to get one.

"Where are you going to?" He asked as he sat down.

"I need a fork, there's only one on the table."

"One person Ophelia, what one person would use."

Not this time.

After minutes of searching the drawers in vain, I came back to sit on the table. It was his house and he knew where he kept the cutlery. I was fuming.

"Give me that." I grabbed the fork and knife from him. He hadn't touched the food yet. He won this round but it didn't mean he'd win the next one.

I sliced a piece of pancake, smeared it with maple syrup and stuffed it in his mouth. My aim was to puncture his throat but he could read me well. He caught it with his teeth and carefully took the food off it. While he was chewing, I speared the food and put in my mouth.

That's how we went on until we finished breakfast. The smell of baked cookies wafted through the air, notifying me that the cookies were ready.

Luke cleared the table and proceeded to clean the plates while I attended to the cookies.

I saw a cookie jar somewhere, in one of the cupboards I think. I searched until I found it. I stretched to get it but I couldn't quite reach it, even when standing on the tip of my toes my fingers couldn't even touch it.

An arm stretched above me and brought the jar down. I huffed.

"Showoff." I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that." He kept his chin on the top of my head.

He was like six or seven inches taller than me, so what?

I took the jar and transferred the cookies into it.

"How'd your mum reach the jar anyway?" Not an insult but I taller than Luke's mum.

"She uses a chair."

Right! How did it slip my mind.

I kept the jar on the dinning, I was stuffed and I just wanted to relax.

As I walked past Luke in the living room, he pulled me back.

"Dance with me."

How could I say no when a Calvin Harris song was playing.

Calvin Harris ft Rihanna 'this is what you came for' was blasting through the speakers.

I let the music wash over me, let the beat determine my dance steps then I started moving my body against him.

For every dance step I took, Luke was able to predict and make one that complimented it which made dancing with him enjoyable. He was a good dancing partner since we were little.

The next song 'twerk it' Busta rhymes ft Nicki Minaj came up and I got ready to get down.

I loved dancing dirty, though I did it in moderately. It was one of those dance moves that made your ego bigger and added an extra boost to your confidence.

I worked my God given stuff till the song was over.

Nicki Minaj's 'Anaconda' came up next. The Luke's playlist was on shuffle and it was like it knew what songs I wanted to dance to. I let the music take over my body as I 'worked, worked and worked.'

We danced to five more songs before Luke crashed due to exhaustion, he pulled me down with him. I was starting to believe he really liked to touch me. He was breathing hard while I was bursting with energy.

"Again! Let's do it again!" I rolled off him so I could look at him. "When was the last time we danced like this?"

"I don't know, like five years ago when your father hadn't appointed me as his underboss."

Yeah I remember that outing. I also remember the first time we danced like this, it was my first club experience. Luke sneaked me out of the house that night and his mum nearly cut his ears off when he brought me back home drunk.

She covered up for me and hid me from my father until I was sober again.

I wish we could dance more often.

He turned off the stereo. "I'm bored, let's do something fun."

He brought out game pads and plugged them into his PlayStation.

H e picked a game and handed me a pad. "The rules are very simple, 'fight to the death'. " Then he hit the start button.

How was I supposed to play a game I didn't know what the controls were for? It was a gladiator game and my avatar died before I even knew the control button for 'block'

"Awww......come on princess, I went easy on you." He teased me.

I huffed, then we went for another round.

The subsequent games were all the same, I lost.

I dropped the gamepad angrily. "I'm done here."

"Ophelia, it was just a game, no need to feel indignant."

"Whatever." I sat down on the floor and picked the tablet I saw earlier to play Scrabble.

He went inside the bedroom when he saw I wasn't giving him any attention.

He came out a few minutes later. "Look at what I found."

I turned to see him waving a knit bag in my face. I turned back to my game, if he wanted to get my attention he just failed.

He sat in front of me. "Its mum's cosmetic bag. I found some bottles of Nail Polish." He poured out the contents: Nail Polish bottles, combs, brushes, just to name a few. "Which colour do you prefer, purple or pink?" He held the two bottles so I could compare.

He seriously wanted to paint my nails?

"Purple."

He pulled my right foot out and set it straight to give him better access to my nails.

If I thought he was joking before, I found out he was serious when he started painting with fine brush strokes. His tongue was sticking out in concentration as he tried to make each stroke perfect.

I wish the others could see their underboss now, deep in concentration because he wanted to paint my nails perfectly. I secretly took a picture of him, cautious to turn the flash off before taking it. It was so cute!

I carefully brushed his hair out of his eye and tucked it behind his ear. It was a little long now and he needed a hair cut.

"You need a hair cut, your hair is getting too long."

He looked up. "You really think so?"

I nodded.

"Fine. I won't take one if it means you'll always be tucking it behind my ear anytime it falls over my eye." He winked and went back to work.

Asshole.

After my toes, he did my fingers and we even added cute designs to them.

He was sitting behind me now, trying to brush out my tangled hair while my nails dried off.

He cut the hair into different sections so it would be easy to brush out the knots.

I couldn't help but sigh as he moved the brush from my scalp down the length of my hair. Tiny waves of pleasure accompanied each stroke of the brush. People had pleasure spots located on different parts of their bodies, I think mine was on my head. Whether it was being scratched, brushed or washed, the tiny sparks always made me calm. So I relaxed into Luke and closed my eyes, enjoying the little pamper.

When the hair was free of tangles, he braided the hair and he damn well did a good job. I guess he did learn something from his mum when she groomed me daily.

"Can I eat the cookies now?" He asked like a child who wanted a treat after doing something good.

I laughed. "Sure, its lunch time anyway."

He got out a plate and transferred some cookies from the cookie jar into it, then he made warm milk. He brought the jug with only one glass cup as usual and the plate of cookies.

I picked my cookie carefully so I wouldn't ruin my nails which meant that for every one chocolate chip cookie I ate, Luke ate two.

We finished the first plate of cookies, he went to get more from the jar. We finished the second plate as fast as we finished the first and at the same pace.

When he went back to get more, he called my attention.

"Ophelia, there's only one cookie left."

He had to be joking.

I walked into the kitchen and true to his word, there was only one cookie on the plate; the jar was empty.

There was no way I would let him eat it, after all I was the one who baked them and he ate more than me so I was entitled to the last one, right?

"Luke?" With sweetness laced in my voice I called out to him using my charm.

"No way, Ophelia." He picked the plate and walked to the kitchen counter, "I'm not letting you have it."

He's good. Time to pull out the big guns.

I walked over to him. "I'm not talking about the cookie." I took his hair out of his eye. "I never did get to thank you for the nails." I looked at my fingers then wrapped my arms around his neck gently pressing my body flush against him.

He looked stunned at my actions, I guess the seduction classes I took in London were paying off. I just needed to play it smooth and let the fish swallow the hook.

"And for brushing and braiding my hair." I whispered in a husky voice. His eyes dilated and he was so distracted, he didn't notice that only one of my arm was wrapped around his neck and the other one was on the plate gently picking up the cookie.

To distract him further, I lifted up my right leg and wrapped it lightly around his waist and stood on the tip of my toes of my left leg to get close to his face.

He stupidly leaned down.

Wait!! Did he think I was going to kiss him? It was time to make my exit.

It happened so fast I think I left a rush of cold air in my wake. I ran out of the kitchen and into the living room, the cookie in my hand.

"Ophelia!" He growled, fast on my trail when he discovered I had played him.

I was smaller so I was naturally faster than him, that's what I thought until I got to the bedroom door. A solid mass of bones and muscles landed on top of me, pulling me to the ground and knocking the air out of me. No way! I had gotten this far, I couldn't lose now! I stuffed the cookie in my mouth.

He turned me over. Because of the size of the cookie I could only fit half in my mouth, he broke the one sticking out of my mouth and ate it.

"You got what you wanted, you can get off me now." I said, with a large smile on my face, after chewing and swallowing my prize.

"You've been a bad girl Ophelia and bad girls get punished." He wasn't smiling.

"Okay. So what's my punishment going to be?" I said, not looking at him but behind him.

He fell for the trick again, thinking that someone was behind him he looked back giving me enough time to get out from under him, stand, open the bedroom door and get inside.

I didn't get too far as he caught me by my foot. I fell and used my hands to break the fall but it was a hard fall anyway, he drew me back into the corridor.

This time he climbed on top of me, straddling my hips and holding my arms above my head in a deathly grip with just one of his hands. If I thought he wasn't smiling before then it was nothing compared to what he was doing now.

I became conscious of how underdressed I was under him, wearing only a shirt and cotton panties. Because my arms were held above my head the shirt was barely covering the panty and exposing my stomach.

His eyes roamed my face, down my body and landed on my exposed skin.

"Luke?"

This time my voice was shaky and filled with anxiety as he used his free hand to pull the shirt up farther, exposing me beneath him.

He didn't even spare me a glance.

He bent down and blew air from my belly button to the top of my chest.

I gasped for two reasons, one: It showed me how helpless I was beneath him, I couldn't even move and he could do anything to me. Two: my body was responding to the delicious spark he was creating.

"You played me once, that was okay, you should have just taken your punishment but no... You had to play me the second time, now I'm going to make you regret ever thinking of playing me."

God! What have I gotten myself into. I've learnt my lesson! One: never tease a guy. Two: if you do tease them, make sure you can fight them off. I was going to share this if I lived to tell the story.

I closed my eyes, ready to receive my punishment, whatever it was.

That's when he started the torture.

He tickled me!!

He knew how sensitive and responsive I was and tickling me was the worst form of torture or punishment you could ever give me.

"Luke! Stop!" I was laughing hard and squirming under him, kicking my legs out. I couldn't even kick him where the sun didn't shine because he chose a good position to sit.

This went on for a few minutes. I was wheezing under him, my little nostrils not able to replace the amount of air I was exhaling. Very soon I would be chocking.

"Say you're sorry!"

"I - I - I'm sorry!" Tears were coming out of my eyes but I was still laughing.

"Say Luke is the smartest and hottest guy in the world."

"N -N- No!"

"Fine." He tickled me harder.

"Y-You're- t-the - s-s-smartest and hottest guy in the world!" I screamed.

"Ophelia! Are you saying you have a crush on me?"

"I-I-I I hate you!"

"Say you were foolish to play me."

"I - I - was-foolish-to-play y-you!"

Really I was.

"I know right?"

Tears streamed down my face as I wheezed.

"Now, say you're going to make me lasagne whenever I want one."

"I - I - I'll do anything you want!"

"Anything?"

"Yes! Please! Please stop!"

I was chocking on air.

"Go and make me some lasagne to eat, now!"

He let go of me and I rolled to my side, my throat raw from laughing and screaming so hard, my eyes red from crying. I just realised that I had given Luke power to make me do anything he wanted.

After gaining my composure I stood up and walked to the living room to see Luke comfortably relaxing on a chair, arms behind his head watching a movie.

I picked a cushion pillow and threw it at him. He caught it easily. "I hate you!''

He blew me a kiss. "I love you too, princess."

I walked into the kitchen to complete my punishment.

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I watched him eat his food happily, regretting why I didn't add too much salt to wipe that stupid smile off his face.

I looked at the bowl of oats in front of me. After making the lasagne, he took mine, saying that the food was meant for him leaving me to eat only oats this night.

I finished eating and dropped my plate in the sink. At least I could get back at him by making him do the dishes this night.

I went into the bedroom, switched on the TV and surfed through different channels. I finally found a Disney movie and decided to watch it.

After a while, Luke joined me in the bedroom after washing and locking up.

The movie was funny and touching. Although some parts were over exaggerated, there was something to learn in everything.

It came to an unexpected end, it was definitely not how I thought it would end.

It left me rattled because it reminded me of my wedding taking place in one week. It didn't only affect me but Luke too as he became very quiet and withdrawn. He turned off the TV and pulled me close. I didn't protest this time because I needed a friend. He rubbed my arm and sang softly.

I didn't know the title of the song but his voice and the lyrics had a calming effect on me.

Majority of the songs he sang were sad blues, I don't know what happened but I suddenly understood why he was so sad, he was lonely. I thought back to the last time I had seen a girl around Luke, it was roughly four years. After his last relationship, there were no dates, no flings, no one night stands I aware of.

"Luke?" I raised myself and used my arm to support my head so I could look at him.

"Yes, princess?" He opened his eyes.

"When are you going to get a new girlfriend?"

He rolled his eyes at me, the way he did whenever I asked an annoying or outright stupid question.

"I don't need one."

"I'm not stupid Luke, you're lonely."

"Am I?"

"You are." I insisted.

He sighed deeply. "Well, there's this one girl..."

I squealed, sat up straight and crossed my legs. "Tell me about her."

"Well...she's beautiful, smart, resourceful. She's...She's...One in a million." He laid on his back, crossing both arms under his head. He spoke with a sad countenance.

Something was wrong.

"So?" I encouraged him to tell me more.

"I haven't asked her out yet."

"Why?"

He turned to the other side of the bed, away from me. "Because I don't know how she's going to react."

Oh! That made a lot of sense. At least I knew whose undies I was wearing now. Maybe I could talk to her on behalf of Luke.

I opened my mouth to say something.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore, princess, maybe tomorrow."

He was starting to use this 'morning/tomorrow' thing as an excuse. Anyway, I was still going to find out more about this “mystery girl”.

I pried his arm open so I could lay on his bare chest and comfort him. He lay on his back, adjusting to accommodate me, before he enveloped me in his arms and continued singing.

I listened to him until I fell asleep.

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