"Munchkin, did I mention how much I really don't love you right now?"
"Actually, you have mentioned that at least ten times now." I laughed at his scowling face.
"Okay, we're home." I looked out the window to find a huge mansion, complete with a double garage, a magnificent garden, and a humongous swimming pool.
"I hate to admit it, but you've got a really nice place to call 'home'."
He laughed. "Says the girl, who owns a bigger mansion than me."
"Aw, jealousy is not a good look on you, Buttercup." I smirked as his flabbergasted expression on his face.
But it only lasted for a second, because he mirrored my smirk right back. "But you know you love it, Munchkin."
I pretended to gag as he walked me to the front door and unlocked it. "Anyway, welcome to my home, Munchkin."
I looked around and admired every photo framed onto the wall. I saw one photo of him, when he was younger, waddling in the pool.
I smirked at him and teased, "Aw, aren't your baby pictures just adorable?"
He scowled, leading me to the living room and forcing me to sit down and wait for him to finish cleaning himself.
About ten minutes later, he came back with his blond hair damp, covering his eyes and a maroon hoodie on, along with black jeans. He actually looked cute with a wet head.
"Why are you wearing a hoodie, when it's burning hot outside?" I blurted.
Luke smirked and looked like his ego just shot a lot higher than it already was before, which was not a good sign. "Why do you ask? Do you want me to take off this hoodie so you can see my abs and biceps?"
"What?" His question caught me off-guard, which nearly never happens.
"Aw, Munchkin, you should have just told me earlier." His smirk widely as he quickly threw off his hoodie.
I think my jaw had hit the floor, because I would be lying if I said he didn't look hot.
After minutes of staring with my mouth hanging open, I finally managed to speak up, "What the heck are you doing? Put your hoodie back on!"
"Are you sure you don't want to stare a bit longer, because your cheeks tell me otherwise," he playfully teased.
My cheeks were burning darker shades of crimson by every second. "Ugh! Put on our hoodie!"
"Fine, Munchkin, I hope you don't regret it though," he said, putting his hoodie back on.
I forced myself to look away. "So what's stage two?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Seeing."
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The Test
Short Story"Put her to the test." Rose Nightshade has had a fear of roses since the day she was born. What happens when she finally has to forget the fear in 24 hours, before she is put to the test?
