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It’s been so long since I’ve felt this level of attraction to someone:
He’s just so easy to be with—smiling and making me laugh, flirting and calling me Maxy, which nobody in my life has called me. I know he doesn’t belong to me, but I can’t help but feel that if someone were to be created specifically for me, they’d look and act a whole lot like Luke.
I can’t believe I was lucky enough to stumble across Luke Kelly in a fucking all-night diner, and I really can’t believe I might be lucky enough to hold onto him.
He feels safe with me.
“You’re not broken, Max. You’re beautiful and kind; you make me fucking laugh, and it’s not like you’re even trying to do it, but everything you say always ends up being what I needed to hear. I wanted you the moment you walked into the diner that night—I wanted to know you, and touch you, and just be around you. None of that changed when I found out about the party. I know you’re mad at me, and I’m going to do what you asked and leave, but I’m not leaving for good, okay? I’m not walking away.”
“Max Kuemper, I want you to listen when I tell you that you are nobody’s charity case, and nothing that happened to you in the past predicates what you deserve now. I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. You don’t deserve a single thing that has happened to you, and if I ever learn who did that to you—" He halts, backpedaling before he verbally threatens a student. “Well, I’d have a chat with them, anyway.”
“I miss you so damn bad. God, I miss you. You’re, like, my favorite person, you know that? I don’t even think I knew that until this week, but it’s true. And listen, I know that you don’t need somebody to take care of you, or to treat you with kid gloves or anything, but I wasn’t trying to do that because I think you’re weak. I was doing that because…well, I don’t know, because you’re mine, which means you’re mine to take care of.”
“I am really fucking obsessed with you,” he says, palms now smoothing up and down my sides.
