Chapter Four: Meeting Again

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I stayed still. Did you missed me? He's Luke.

I didn't said more and immediately hugged him. He hugged back. His hug felt... protecting. I had this feeling that I was safe with him. That, after ten years... we saw each other. Again.

"Maggie, I missed you so much."

"Oh Luke, me too."

"So what have you been doing all these years?" Luke asked in curiosity.

"Well, after I left the orphanage, my parents took me to our new house. When I got out of the car, it was white, light brown and red colored, with large windows filling in, a balcony, a garden... everything a dream house has.

... then I went to my first school...

... after I finished my education, I finally went to the University of Ottawa to study Art History...

"Seems like you did a lot in your life."

"I only did what I had to do. You know, adjusting to your new life after being adopted, getting your education... What about you, Luke?"

"Well, after you left, I simply started to miss you. All those days felt lonely and I simply hang out with other boys and girls, there were even some that tried to flirt with me..."

He sticks out his tongue and we both laugh.

"Then it turns out one day, while I was talking with some boy in the cafeteria, I was required to go to Miss Smith's office by Miss Walsh, so I followed. Miss Smith told me that I was adopted by a woman in her 50s. She looked strict and bossy, and my impression couldn't be more right. I still don't know how I could survive after all these years, but it happened."

I let out a low chuckle. "I was scared of the same thing happening to me. Guess I was the lucky one."

"I'm glad you were the lucky one." Luke says with a sweet smile.

I miss that smile. That beautiful smile. The sweet, but attractive smile that left heat rising to my cheeks. It made him even more handsome.

I realize I'm staring at Luke's sparkling gray eyes, filled with life.

Luke raises an eyebrow, but his smile stays there. "Maggie, do you copy?"

I blink three times before responding with a smirk, "Of course, Luke."

"Let's do something, shall we?" Luke says while he stands.

"Like what?"

Luke just smiles at me. Seriously, that smile...

He motions to my hand holding Molly's collar string and touches it, holding mine in his, pulling me off the bench.

Bringing my head to his chest. While still holding my hand. No. Not only holding it, but also caressing my fingers. He turns to face me and gives me another dose of his sweet smile.

I look at our hands wrapped and can't help but blush. Butterflies were inside of me.

Luke taps my chin with his finger and moves my head so that I look him straight in the eyes.

Suddenly, he yanks my hand, directing us towards a door while nobody looks at us. I scan the room. A concierge room.

Luke closes the door in a rush, making sure no one is watching us. I'm caught off guard. He pushes me to the nearest wall and before both of us can move or make a sound, I notice he scans me.

I look at him straight in the eyes. Desire is what I see.

His gaze falls. On my neck. He motions his lips towards it and starts nibbling it. Softly, lightly.

A silent moan escapes my lips.

Luke is aware of this and smirks at me. He then continues nibbling my neck until his lips reach my collarbone. He motions his other hand from my stomach to my waist, caressing it.

He moves his lips from my collarbone and my lips are joined with his now.

His lips are warm and love. He kisses me passionately, both his hands moved from their respective places and are now grabbing my face so that I don't escape paradise.

The kiss goes from sweet and soft to faster and hotter. My lower lip is fiercely bitten by his front teeth, and motions his head to do the same with my upper lip.

I softly moan while he kisses me. It just increases his chances to bite even more.

My moaning grows faster and louder. My neck begins to sweat, my heart is pounding even more every second, as if it will break through my chest. I'm just immobile, kissing him back.

Not expecting it, I place my hands in both sides of his face and take action. It's my turn now.

I slowly kiss him, just how he did to me, then I rush the kiss, bite both his lips.

We both fall to the floor. Luke gets on me, myself being above me. We join our foreheads and he starts kissing my nose, his lips ending on mine, softly kissing them.

He looks straight at me, his eyes full of love. He whispers in my ear, "Never leave me alone again. I lost you once. I'll never let the same happen again."

"Of course." Will I really never break that promise?

I look at his lips and kiss him tenderly once again.

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