A moment later, Luka was pulling fuzzy socks over my feet. “These are my favorite pair,” he whispered softly. Déjà vu hit me like a punch to the face. When I was destroyed after the first challenge, John had taken care of me. The twins are the only men who’ve ever consistently shown me kindness and support. They knew me. Saw me at my worst. And unlike every other male I’d ever known, they stayed by my side. They cared.
