The Summer I Spent With You {L.H} ~ Book 2

Chapter Eleven

"We're going to head away now, let you all get some rest." Luke's mother told us as she headed for the door. It was six in the morning and I was a walking zombie; we all where. When the police had arrived, the man had been long gone and all that was left was the anarchy he had cause and my empty purse. They said it was unlikely they'd find him because he wore gloves and there was no CCTV in the building. So I basically went through all that for no reason. 

We'd phoned our parents because we were traumatized, and I don't know? I guess some kind of parental guidance was needed. Gloria's parents left just after the police left and took Gloria with them -she was pretty shaken up- and my parents didn't even come. They didn't want to leave Matias alone which I understood, although they could've just asked Riley to watch him.

Luke's parents gave me a hug, probably hating me for all the trouble I caused when it came to them always having to come help us, and then hugged Luke before leaving with a comforting smile and telling us to make sure everything was locked. That was how he'd gotten in; I'd left that stupid fucking window open. I'm such an idiot.

After a constant flow of people in and out the apartment for the last four hours; suddenly there was nothing but the two of us standing next to each other and watching the summer sun start to come up as it streamed through the windows. 
Sighing, I sat down on the sofa and put my head in my hands. I was mentally drained. Luke sat down beside me and did the same. The vulnerability of us both during those moments scared me but also made me realize how much he meant to me, how much I really did want to be with him. We both sat back at the same time and rested against each other, yet no words where spoken and we both stared at the space in front of us. Outside, I could hear the tooting from cars as people made their way to work and the milkman made his rounds. Everybody else was getting on with their day but I felt stuck in time. Every time I thought my mind was taking me somewhere else, I would go back to the same moment in my head; when he pointed that gun at Luke. The way my stomach dropped and my heart felt like it wasn't beating at all, the way the palms of my hands grew sweaty and everything suddenly went in slow motion. It wasn't a feeling I ever wanted to feel again, but I knew it meant something. 

"Why does everything feel surreal?" Luke said and his voice drifted out into the open space in front of us. I couldn't find an answer, I didn't have anything to say -so instead I took his hand and bound it in mine.

Luke's POV

She took my hand in hers and let our entwined hands rest on her golden thigh. Why did everything feel so surreal? It was as if we were in a movie and everything around us was moving, but the camera fixated on the only thing that wasn't. There was no space between us and I could feel the heat radiating off Mila's body onto mine.

"You want to know something, Mila?" I said. My voice sounded croaky and when I spoke my voice scratched my throat. We turned to look at each other.

"What?" She replied, her soft tone melting into the space between us. 

"If there was one thing that came from this, it showed me how I really feel about you, about us. When he threatened to kill us and had his finger on the trigger, it was the moment I realized I loved you. I'd have rather he shot me twice than lay a finger on you." 

That was possibly the most sincere thing I had ever said to anyone in my life. I had meant it from the depths of my soul. The thought of Mila being taken from me was something I couldn't bare to think about. She was everything I ever wanted and more. Intelligent, kind, a great sense of humor and a heart of gold. I realized that this girl was actually the real deal and that sense of protection over her I felt wasn't just me being the stereotypical dominant male, but it was because when when you love someone, you want to do everything in your power to hold them in your heart forever. 

Small, salty tears dribbled down her cheeks and she smiled. Her smile, oh my god, it was amazing. The little smirk that played on her lips as she wound me up, the grin that came after I complimented her hair, the soulful laugh that came after the comedian told a joke, but her smile; now that was something you had to see.

She looked down at her knees, blushing, and then as she looked back up at me, I could tell from her eyes she felt the same. They say to fall in love with the eyes because they're the only thing that never ages; and it's true. The same brown eyes that I had fell in love with when I was eighteen, still held the same sparkle as it did then. I told her then that her eyes where like the deepest, darkest forest waiting to be explored and when I looked into them now, I knew my adventure had already started. 

Leaning forward, without a word of reply, she kissed me softly on the lips. This kiss meant something a little more -sure, we'd kissed hundreds of time, had full on make-out sessions, but this was something different. This symbolized something; the beginning of something wonderful, perhaps? The experience we'd just went through somehow bounded us together into an emotion that no one else could understand and the feelings we felt was something no one else could comprehend. The intense passion and I love I felt, had felt for the last five years as a I traveled around the world; meeting millions of faces and seeing hundreds of beautiful girls, had never left me and now here I was. I'd finally got the girl.