No Love Like This (BOYXBOY) **Under Construction**

Chapter 15

Luke POV

We stand there for several minutes just staring at each other; her, with her hands covering her mouth in happy surprise, and me, breathing a deep sigh of relief. The instant calm that follows has me releasing my vice grip on her arms and take a teetering step back before plopping in a random seat several feet away from her. The silence is greatly welcomed and it gives me enough time cool down my temper with self-meditation and breathing exercises.

"You love me?" I hear her ask softly, with a smile in her voice. She walks over to where I'm sitting and kneels down before me placing her hands on my knee, her eyes sparkling with a strange emotion I can’t decipher clearly; it’s a dark feeling surrounded by a sense of accomplishment or something of the like.

I trail my eyes all over her body, almost as a scientist would a specimen, categorizing the woman kneeling before me and finding her very beautiful in appearance wise. Not only that but I can see signs of our childhood from the faint scars littered on her exposed arms that mirror the same wounds on my own body. Like the time when we were eight years old and we stole a silver knife from her dad's study and slashed our palms convincing ourselves that if we meshed our palms together we would become blood-siblings. We got the snot beat out of us when our parents found out and were banned from using knives, even butter knives, until we turned nine the next year.

Or the tiny L on her forearm that's the same size and positioned on the same spot as the tiny A that is on my body from when we were eleven years old and decided to give each other homemade tattoos by carving it with a plastic knife and then rubbing salt in the wound. We were supposed to write out our entire names but chickened out after the first letter. When she had to move the next day to London, we both had matching band aids and a secret promise to always be together no matter the distance.

But things didn’t turn out that way and now I...

“Oh Luke, you don’t know how happy that makes me to know that you still have feelings for me! I came all this way from France hoping things would turn out this way,” she chatters on excitedly.  “I mean, of course I knew how you felt about me but we were kids then. And frankly you weren’t my type; you were kind of wimpy and a bit on the weak side to be an Alpha’s pup. But now...well, just look at you! You’ve grown up to be not only handsome and strong but also one of the most powerful leaders that our race has ever known! You have grown into a male that is truly perfect for me,” she mumbles with a smirk on her face.  

She lifts one of her delicate hands, that is still gripping my knee, to my face and I allow her to stroke my cheek. I let her do this for several seconds before chuckling to myself at the realization with a profound sense of relief and clarity.

There’s just no spark.

I gently grab her hand that is cupping my cheek, still chuckling. “Make no mistake, Amethyst. Yeah, I loved you…” I say releasing her hand and letting it fall into her lap as I stand up from my seat. “...but not anymore.” With that I walk past her shocked largemouth-bass  look and make my way to the double doors heading back inside to leave. Before I can open the door, I hear loud angry screeching from behind me followed by light-footed stomping.

“What the HELL! Wait a second, Luke! Look at me, god dammit!” Amy demands, her foot stomps enunciating every sentence. It seems someone has dropped their cutesy act and donned their true colors at last. Now this is more like the potty-mouthed Amethyst that I’ve grown to know. “What the fuck are you trying to say, Luke.” she growls as her eyes flash dangerously.

I turn to look at her with my arms folded and shrug, not even the least bit concerned with her outward signs of aggression. “I used to have feelings for you, but now I don’t. Simple as that.”