Finding Home | Finders Keepers #1✔️

Thirty-One - Orange Juice Isn't Disgusting

Luke looks incredibly handsome when he sleeps. I mean, the guy does always look handsome but right here, in the moment—it's something I've never seen before. There were no longer bruises on his body from the time he and I fought our way out of that war and it was something relieving to see. His hair was disheveled, and some of it fell right down just at his eyebrows.

He looks so peaceful, the tiredness he endured while with me was disappearing now. I've never gotten a chance to actually watch him sleep, and I'm glad that I've been given the opportunity to. His pink pale lips are closed, his nose flaring slightly as he breathed, and his eyes gave the full view of his thick lashes.

I can't believe I almost burned this guy's eyebrows off the first time we met.

And I can't believe we're here now, in his bed, sleeping together. Literally.

No one knows yet except my family that I'm back. When I decided to sleep over to Luke's, Caroline was asleep in her room, I wasn't able to greet her so we just went straight to his room.

His room is simple. Walls were painted with a pastel lavender color, there was a frame by his alarm clock which was him and Caroline when they were kids and cute. His television hung by the center, straight to the bed, and his speakers were huge which is probably the reason why when he played it, it was too loud.

His alarm clock by the bedside table near him starts to beep. It's already six-thirty in the morning. I peel my way out of his arms that were around my waist and walk to his side, pushing down on the button on top of the clock. It stops.

He stirs in his sleep and before I knew it, he snatches my hand and pulls me back to the bed, making me let out a small shriek from the unexpected movement. He circles his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and letting my head rest at his other arm.

"Why are you up?" He whispers, eyes still shut.

I couldn't help but let out a small smile as I hold his face, my thumb caressing his soft cheek. "Your alarm started ringing. I thought you were asleep."

"I was," he breathes, his blue eyes now gazing at me. "Did you sleep?"

Normally, at any other person, I would lie and say that I'm okay but after everything I've been through—everything we've both been through, I know well enough than to lie to him. He will see through me because for some unknown reason, he always does.

"I couldn't."

"Rose, you—"

I know what he'll say. He'll tell me that I should have tried to get some sleep as much as I could or that I should have told him that I couldn't sleep.

So, I cut him off before he could. "I'm going to go down and get something to drink. Go shower, you stink."

He doesn't resist my ways to get him off of me, he just merely lets me go. I walk out of his room and straight down, and to the kitchen, opening the fridge to see what they have.

Let's see... Milk, bottled water, Coke in cans, and a box of orange juice.

That would work.

"Oh great," I hear Caroline's raspy morning voice. "Look, Anna, just because my brother's been fucking you does not mean you get to raid our fridge. Why are you here, anyway? You do know my brother's got a girlfriend, right?"

I chuckle, shutting the door close with the orange juice in my hand. There, by the kitchen island, Caroline leans. "Jeez, I just wanted juice, Care."