Chapter 22: Jake House

Mr and Mrs Dawson stood at the entrance of their picturesque cabin and I could feel how unexcited they were that Luke had brought me. After all, I'm the girl that blurted out how I kissed Luke on the same day I was meant to be going on a date with Jake. The two brothers fought because of that, right before someone spray painted $1 hooker inside on my front door.

Not my finest moments.

Mrs Dawson greeted me with a light hug, and I remembered the last time I saw her.

It was on Dupont Avenue when she overheard Cearra say how Luke was perfect for erotic fantasies, how girls want to rip his clothes off and scream his name. I really hope first impressions aren't as important as everyone says they are.

We walked inside the cabin, following Luke and his father who were already talking about basketball. Luke was carrying our duffel bags and said he would drop them off in our rooms. Rooms with an 's'. Looks like they don't want us sharing a double.