He has drawn a bath in that huge egg-shaped tub of his, and the scent of lavender is hanging in the air. There are candles lit on the vanity and the side of the tub. Luke is standing next to the tub wearing only his jeans, the top button undone. Finally, I find my voice, but all I can say is, “Hi.” “Hi.” “I thought you were mad at me.” “Why?” He walks over to me and grips my chin in his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head back so I can look him in the eye. “Because you’ve been so quiet since we left your parents’ house.” “I’ve just been thinking.” His fingers caress my cheek, and he tenderly
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My hate for this insecure idiot grows
