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Chapter 20

Luke, could you not?
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When we finished lunch with Micheal, Liam brought us to his home, and left immediately for work. I was surprised of how trusting he was of just letting some complete stranger into his home and leaving.

What ever job it was that Liam had, it had to be a pretty nice one, when you walked in, it immediately smelled like vanilla coffee creamer. Right by the stairwell, there was a a room to the left of which I learned was the kitchen, it was huge. And the kitchen led to the living room which was also pretty big itself. In fact every room was big.

Luke kicked his shoes off somewhere near the long green matt that was next to the door. I took mine off and sat his next to mine neatly. I followed him on the big white cool tile to the right of the house. Down the hall and into a room across from a bathroom. We both entered and Luke sat his bag down.

Just about to mock his actions, he said. "Oh wait, I forgot to tell you, Liam has two spare bedrooms, you get one of your own."

My heart kind of sank in the moment, basically my whole life I've never had a room of my own,even with my mom and dad I always shared with my sister and in the foster home I had a roommate. I've never had to sleep alone.

I forced a smile anyway and nodded.

"Come on." He said nodding towards the door.

I followed him out the room, up the stairs and into a room that was even bigger than his.

"Don't you want the bigger room?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Yeah, I guess, but I'd rather you not being on the bottom floor on your own."

"I'm sure nothing will happen." I assure him.

He looked as if he were about to argue a valid argument but rethought, and didn't say it, instead shrugged. "I don't care, I just feel better knowing Liam is on the same floor as you."

I nod in agreement.

He leans against the door frame and sighs. He licks his lips, and parts his lips as if he were going to say something, but then sighs.

"What is it?" I ask him.

He chuckled at himself, shaking his head at his own thoughts. "Eh. Don't take this in the wrong way when I say this, alright?"

I mentally prepared myself for any insult he had against me. I let out a sigh and nodded. "Nezbit, you're a smart girl."

Not the insult I had in mind. Maybe because it wasn't one, but hey.

"Not even just a smart girl, you're a smart person. And I want you to know that." There was a pause when he sighed, "Don-, Don't ever let people talk you into doing something you're not comfortable with."

My lips were pressed into a straight line, eyebrows frowning.

"Ever." He finishes.

I don't say anything. Only stare at him in silence, not knowing what to say.

"Nezbit." He said.

There was a moment before I quietly answered, "Yes, Luke?"

"I am being serious."

"I know."

"Then tell me you won't." He almost sounded demanding.

"Well, I can't just say that, Luk--."

"Nezbit!" He slightly raised his voice before taking a deep breath. He closed his eyes while letting out a slow sigh, and looking at me with a focused expression. "Please," he said quietly, "Tell me."