Transformed || l.h.

Chapter 19

As Georgia replaces the bandage on her neck, she looks in the mirror, a smile on her face. While pinning back her hair, a knock comes on the door. She looks over, and if possible, the smile widens.

“Are you ready?”

She reaches for his outstretched hand and nods as he laces their fingers, “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure we have enough time, though?” she asks him as she settles into the passenger’s seat. Luke smiles down at her, the deep dimple set in his right cheek and he belts her in. “Of course, Geeps, stop worrying,” he speaks with a kiss to her cheek, “I won’t be late to my own show, I promise.” She grins up at him and Luke pauses a moment before closing the door and jogging around to his side. Georgia pulls on her shirt to straighten out the wrinkles as he turns the key into the ignition and starts up the Jeep.

Luke watches as she bounces her leg up and down in the seat, obvious excited or nervous – he’d prefer the former. “Would you stop?” he asks after a few minutes, a teasing smile on his face as he reaches over and presses his hand to the top of her leg, forcing her to freeze. She giggles nervously, “I-I’m sorry, I just am not used to surprises.”

Lies. That’s all her life has been – surprise after surprise.

“It’s a good surprise,” he promises, running his thumb over her thigh. She rolls her eyes and begins chewing on her lip, looking out the glass window as the scenery of the town flies by. Its mid-November now, the leaves are all dark shades of red and most are brown, and the air is a chilled temperature twenty-four-seven. Georgia rubs her hands together to create friction as her body shakes slightly, the inside of the Jeep not yet heated.

Luke smiles over at her as he pulls into the parking lot of a deserted field. “Wh-what…” Georgia trails, her palms pressed to the glass as she looks out. “Where are we?” She continues to look around as she hears Luke clamber out of his side and come around to help her out. He’s smirking, “You’ll see.” He clasps his hand with hers as he helps her down out of the Jeep, slamming the door behind her.

She groans and presses her face into his shoulder as they walk through the tall but slowly shrinking grass, the wind whipping around her hair and making her nose bright red. “Cold?” he asks her, looking back as she wraps her fingers around his bicep. She nods, “Mhmm.” Luke chuckles and she feels him shake off her hand as his shoulders roll.

“No,” she says quickly, “it’s cold for you too.”

Chuckling, Luke stops her and brings the black knit jumper that was previously on his body and replaces it on hers. “I’ve got a t-shirt in my bag and my black jacket,” he reminds her as she pouts up at him. That same feeling he always gets when she’s wearing his clothes come back; a clawing at his stomach and an acidic taste in the back of his mouth; it makes his fingertips tingle and he has to run a hand through his hair in order to keep his fingers away from her. She pulls on the sweater sleeves, the ends completely hiding away her hands.

“It’s so big,” she says with a small laugh, looking down at her body that is swallowed by the dark, thick fabric. “Well…” Luke trails off. He points his index finger back and forth from her body to his and then his face breaks into a smirk. Georgia sticks her tongue out in response, making him laugh. “C’mon, child,” he teases, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, “we’ve got something to see.”