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I’ve started something I don't know the end of. Are my feelings for Luke leading me anywhere? He's a walking mystery. An impregnable wall of secrets. If at this point he's unwilling to tell me anything, then there's no chance for our romance.
Maybe unlike Rose, I should let go of my feelings and let them sink to the bottom of the ocean. I'll be saving myself from the clutches of harsh loneliness. I'll be surviving the unceasing thoughts in my head trying to understand Luke's silence and I'll find love again.
I steal a glance at him. His eyes are glued to the screen, his lips pursed as if the love tale infuriates him. He doesn't know that his silence is killing me.
Did I say anything wrong in the car? Is this about Damian pointing a gun at him?
"Luke," I whisper his name but he doesn't hear me. Or he's pretending not to.
I touch his arm. He looks at me. There's something strange in his gaze. Like I'm seeing his pain for the first time.
"I'm sorry about everything, Luke. I told you my family is overprotective but I didn't know Damian would threaten you with a gun. If you don't want to see me anymore, I'll understand your decision. I mean, I wouldn't want to stay with a woman with crazy brothers either."
His green eyes appear to glint for a second. Then he flicks a tear from my cheek, one that I hadn't been aware of shedding. He leans forward, his eyes softening in a way that takes my breath away. "It’s okay, Addy. I’m not angry.”
With a ghost of a smile, Luke turns his head to focus on the screen again. My hand remains on his arm and he doesn't make any attempt to pull away.
Somehow, his answer melts the heaviness in my heart like an iceberg being kissed by the warm rays of the sun. The glint I’d briefly seen in Luke's eyes lights my dark mind. Gradually. Completely.
Without warning, I place my head on his shoulder and intertwine my arm with his, digging my fingers into the fold of his biceps. He freezes but before I can wonder why, his chin moves over my head, possibly bringing himself to look at me. The movement is followed by the brush of his lips against my forehead.
He just kissed me!
I close my eyes to contain the explosion of delight. My heart thumps in my chest. A warm sensation ripples through my body straight to the tips of my fingers.
Only Luke has the power to make me feel this way.
I might be naive like my family says, and yes, Luke has secrets, but this thing we have, it’s bigger than any of that. It has to be.
I stroke his arm gently, rubbing my cheek against his shoulder like a doting cat. Except that touch isn’t enough. I want to show him what he does to me. That I can't keep my hand off him. My other hand reaches for his shirt, fingers calmly unbuttoning it, and he doesn't stop me. One. Two. Three buttons undone.
I touch the deeply cut and well-grooved chest, thumb trailing the magnificence he possesses. When my fingers brush against his nipple slightly, Luke's body responds with a jerk. A low groan soon slips out of him, immediately warming the insides of my thighs.
My eyes are still closed when I feel his hand on my lap. It doubles the fiery explosion between my legs, as if I’d just been set ablaze. But by a delightful fire. A fire that loves me.
In the dimness of the theater, Luke's fingers crawl under my skirt, tugging at the side of my panties. My breath shudders with every move he makes. I try to hold my gasps but it’s impossible not to let them out as Luke continues to probe underneath.
His fingers soon find my pussy, separating the folds to find the quivering flesh inside. He strokes me gently while my hand finds his lap, his erection obvious in his jeans. His breath is hot against my neck as he deepens his fingers. My body trembles uncontrollably, accepting the ocean of joy washing over me.
Luke groans and whispers quietly, “Fuck, I can’t stop touching you.”
Elation threatens to tear my abdomen apart as he echoes the same thoughts I had only moments ago. Shivers of ecstasy hit me like small earthquakes. In the depths of my belly, a burning pleasure is born, aiming for my heart and fighting to burst out.
The story of Jack and Rose plays before me, but I see them no more. Instead, my happiness plays in front of me. Every touch is searing my mind, every movement one I'll never forget.
Luke's fingers explore my clit. Fondling it. Molding me.
I grab his arm like a lifeline and try to close my legs to control the flow of heat spreading across my body. From the crown of my head to the tip of my toes.
"Easy," he whispers in a deep voice.
Thankfully, we’re the only ones on our row or the way I constantly shift in my seat would give me away.
"God," I blurt out but it isn't loud.
With ever increasing speed Luke strokes me. His own breathing increases and it spurs me on, now lost in the sensations as his expert fingers drive me to heaven and back. The breathless pleasure clamps around my groin, then my stomach, then ripples up my whole torso. I arch my back as it releases, exploding like a supernova.
One that has to fall apart in complete silence.
