Luke pulled me down the walkway, getting me to his truck as quickly as possible. Once we were there, he pressed me against the driver’s side door and kissed me hard. There was something different about this kiss. It meant something. I just didn’t know what. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine. “What was that for?” I breathed. “No one’s ever stood up for me before,” he said. His words cracked my heart wide open. Luke Brooks, and his big heart, deserved so much more than the people in that house. He was kind, hardworking, and sincere.
