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He pushed the button for my floor and looked down sideways at me, with a cocky grin playing across his lips.
“I told you,” he said. “But I won’t tell you how I know. Not yet.”
“What? When? That’s not fair!” I protested.
The doors opened, and we turned to my room. He again used the correct key, turned the knob, and pushed it wide.
We stepped through, and he shut it behind us. He dropped the keys in my bowl on my side table without looking and turned to me.
“Want to know how I knew?” he asked, taking a step closer.
“Yes,” I exhaled quietly.
“You can drop the act, kitten,” he said, matching my quiet. “You can’t fake this for much longer.”
“Fake what?” I asked, alarmed at his accusation.
“The coma. The memory loss,” he smirked. “Come on, it has to be an act. A way to keep Alexander away from you. I mean, I’ll admit… it’s genius.”
“It’s not an act,” I said and felt tears spring to my eyes. “I can’t remember anything, and it’s driving me crazy. I hate this. I hate it so much.”
I broke down. Everything I’d been holding back, all the times I was faking it by pretending to know what the hell was going on, the uncertainty and bizarre disconnection. Even the darkness and that constant tug at my stomach drew me somewhere away from here.
All of it came out of me, and I found myself sobbing in his arms. I wasn’t the crying type. That much I knew. I was made of sterner stuff and had been through hell in my life. Crying was the last option and something I preferred to do alone in a darkened room.
But with Luke, it all came out again. He was my guy, and I didn’t know how, but he was my person. My safety net.
He held me and stroked my hair. He comforted me and let me drench the arm of his jacket with my tears. He was exactly who I knew he would be and everything I needed.
As I settled down, he ran his hand along my cheek and cupped my face. He pulled me up to look at him, and I did, meeting those violet eyes.
“I’m sorry I doubted you,” he said. “I’m so sorry I thought you were making it up. That’s why I was so angry with you. I thought you were trying to fool me too.”
“I wasn’t,” I said, my tears finally easing off. “I wish I was lying, and I wish I could remember. I wish I knew what happened with your sister. I thought you hated me because of that.”
“I don’t,” he replied. “She went missing the same night you had your accident. Somebody saw her yelling at you and Victoria about an hour before you left campus, so I just wondered what had happened but now I know you had nothing to do with her disappearance.”
“How can you know?”
“I can just tell,” he replied. “Call it a gift, I just know people.”
“I really do with I could remember what happened. I wish I could remember it all.”
“It’s probably better you don’t,” he said. “But I’ll tell you now how I knew where you lived.”
It was obvious he wanted to change the subject. Talking about his twin hurt him too much.
“How?” I asked.
“I’ve been here before,” he whispered. “The nights we were together. Every Thursday and Sunday, when Victoria had her group meetings and Alexander was out with the guys. I would come to you, and we would spend time together.”
“Just time?” I asked. “I feel like there’s more.”
“If you must know, there was,” he said, and I saw a spark in those violet eyes of his. “There was a lot more.”
And he bent to kiss me, and just before our lips met, I saw them shine.
CHAPTER13
