Mr. Badass ✔

17 Emotional Damage Compensation

Gemma's POV

After that day, I have dinner with the Ramos couple once more. As usual, they drop me off at the entrance of the neighborhood, as usual, they give me gifts, I wave them goodbye, and then return to Luke's house.

Now, I am in love with Luke's chest.

Lying on him, something suddenly comes to my mind. "The girl who donated her corneas to me graduates from Columbia University."

"Really?" Luke is flipping through TV channels with the remote.

"I remember you graduate from Columbia too, right? Do you know her? Her name is Mary Ramos, she died in a car accident."

Luke switches to the news channel. "I've heard of her."

He stays silent for two seconds, then looks down at me. "Have you gained weight recently?"

"haha, have you noticed? It's been colder lately, and the clothes hide the fat, so I've been indulging a bit."

"No wonder."

I quickly sit up and give him a slap on his chest. "A good boyfriend should be saying, 'No matter if you're fat or skinny, you always look good to me.'"

Luke turns his head to look at me. "A good girlfriend wouldn't hurt her boyfriend."

"How did I hurt you?"

Before I finish speaking, Luke swiftly grabs me, rolls us over on the sofa, and we spin around.

"Do you think getting squashed like this feels good?" Luke doesn't put his full weight on me, supporting himself with one arm on the sofa.

But I am already a bit out of breath, so I quickly beg for mercy, and Luke lets me go.

He lies back down on the sofa, and I lie back on his chest. "Luke, what were you like in college?"

"Why are you suddenly curious about that?"

"I just want to know if you are as cold and distant in college as you are now." I press my chin against Luke's chest, my fingers tracing down from his smooth forehead, teasing his nose.

"Hey, have you ever dated in college? Any girls chased after you?" I continue to ask.

"Does that matter?"

"I'm just curious, I want to know more about you. Come on, tell me!"

"I guess... I was in a relationship."

"Who chased who? Is she pretty? Does she have a good figure? What is her personality like? Outgoing or quiet?"

"Don't get jealous."

"I'm not jealous."

"Then what's with your hand around my neck?"

I let go of his neck. "Is she prettier than me?"

Luke stays silent.

"Alright, fine." I get up.

"You said you wouldn't get jealous."

"I'm tired, I'm going home to sleep." I say without looking back and decide not to visit his house the next day either.

The next day, I return to work at the car dealership. During lunch break, I go to the café to get an iced Americano.

As I pick up my coffee and turn around, I see Jacob wiping tables.

I walk over and pat him on the shoulder. "Hey."