54: Midnight Drive

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54: Midnight Drive

    Once my brain was less blurry, Luke stopped stroking my hair and had me stand up.

        "What time is it?" I murmured warily.

    "2 a.m." Luke answered, glancing at some clock I had probably never noticed before. "Let's go for a midnight drive." He suggested. I looked down at myself in Luke's shirt. He caught my gaze. "Just throw on some leggings and you'll be fine."

        "I don't think you're ever getting this shirt back." I told him quietly. I found a brown pair, matching the color of the shirt and pulled them on. I was in front of the mirror when I first realized the shirt said something. It had song lyrics from twenty one pilots' 'Car Radio' sewn onto it with white thread. Luke helped me slip on a pair of warm fuzzy boots over my feet before we left.

I enjoyed being in his car because it smelled like his cologne. It was soothing. It reminded me of the pine trees around his driveway. I took a deep breath and leaned against the headrest, watching the trees whisk by as we made it onto the main road. Luke drove me into what looked like a park of some sort, parked the car and pulled a blanket out of the back seat. He jerked his head in a signal for me to follow him out. He laid it out on the grass and grinned at me.

        "Come on." He whispered, his voice husky. I raised my eyebrows. "Lay on the blanket." He said, chuckling at me. He laid on his back and I did the same, making a small space between us. "Look at the stars. I don't think there's anything more beautiful." I thought Luke was finished but he added onto his sentence quietly as we both stared into infinity. "Second only to you."

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