Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"Friends are the family you choose." — Jess C. Scott ————————————————————
Chapter 34 <—————————————>
Maggie
I'd been trying to figure out how to work Luke's shower for the past half hour. So far, I was just as unsuccessful as the last couple of times.
That was what I hated about sleeping at someone else's house. If you wanted to figure out their shower, you'd need the square root of who the fuck knows, a crap-ton of luck, and a map.
Huffing, I took a step back to avoid spraining my hand in its awkward position. "Oh, come on." My fingers dug into my hips before I rolled my eyes. I'd just ask.
Despite how embarrassing it may be after bragging about my gpa.
It would be the first thing to get me out of the room, today. I'd been hiding in here since the moment I woke up, too afraid or too nervous or too both to go, and confront what was outside.
It was eleven in the morning, though I didn't feel sluggish, despite the previous night. I guessed it had something to do with the spacious bed, or the heavenly materialized mattress.
I didn't know if Luke was awake or not. I hadn't heard anything outside of the room, though.
I glanced around the quiet space, again. It was so silent in here, it was nearly eerie. Turning on the television didn't help, either; if anything, it provided a good jump-scare.
Luke must get real lonely here. If it were just me in this big place, I knew I would.
I didn't know how to feel without Jax jumping on my bed at seven in the morning. Or, smelling his homemade pancakes and French toast. It was all so strange.
I shrugged the feeling off. At least the memory of my brother, and the ability to make even more wasn't completely gone. I had Luke and myself to thank for that, but more him. If he hadn't came, I would have been on the first flight out of Washington before the sun even set.
My feet drifted across the cool marble with such ease, I had to glance down a couple times to ensure that I was actually walking. I was shocked every single time, to realize that I was.
My fingers tightened around the handle before I hesitated. For what, though, I didn't know. It shouldn't be so burdensome to just walk out, but it was. At least it felt like it was.
Fuckitfuckit—
I yanked the door open before I could chicken out of it. My steps continued on, only marked by one mission and one mission only.
Before I could even cross the threshold, though, my foot hit something. Well, someone. And, technically stepped.
Luke's groan echoed through the silent house, his eyes jerking up to me as he cupped his side. My own found his in shock.
