She looked at me in wonder, her lips still swollen from our kisses and her eyes still dazed from our encounter.
"I don't understand Luke," she said. "How many sides to you are there?"
I lifted an eyebrow in amusement. If she knew, she wouldn't be he...
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know anymore -Some Nights by Fun.
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LUKE
I was awakened by a loud gasp. My eyes quickly scan the room and my gaze falls on Melissa who is sitting up, her hand over her heart, chest heaving with exertion. She exhales shakily and turns around, her brows pulled together in fear.
"I'm at your house," she states. I nod, realizing that she's confirming that she is in fact in my house and not hers. I see the realization play out on her face as she slowly recalls the events that occurred. She sighs, running her hands through her now dry hair before she eases herself back on the bed.
A mocking grin forms on her face. "Who would have thought? Lucas forced to take care of a damsel in distress, no suit or armor needed."
I raise an eyebrow, propping my head up with a hand as I lie on my side. Her blonde hair rests over her shoulders and the bit that doesn't is scattered over the pillows. "You should know by now I can handle almost any challenge," I tease.
Melissa snorts and then erupts into full blown laughter as if the things that happened earlier never did happen. "This is definitely not one that I thought you would take on, though. Especially not with me."
Narrowing my eyes on her doesn't seem to work. She rolls her eyes and lies on her side too, staring at me as if daring me to say anything else.
"You're too scared to take on the hardest challenge of them all," she murmurs. In a move that surprises me, she leans up, brushing her lips against mine only slightly.
"What would that be?" I ask, feeling her hand rest on my chest.
With a sly smile, Melissa lays back, her eyes sparkle with mischief. "You'll find out eventually."
We lie there in silence for what seems an eternity until I hear her breathing even out, and I know she's asleep. I press my lips together and cover her up with the sheets letting my eyes trail her body, her lips staying parted while she rests.
My chest tightens in a way I'm not used to at the image of her and my forehead creases. I don't think I've ever felt much of anything other that anger, apprehension. My good feelings, feelings of love and happiness were saved for my small family.
A family you're going to lose.
But this is unfamiliar. It was a different type of appreciation, one that I couldn't comprehend. It wasn't the type of thing I felt with Eileen, and it wasn't what I felt with Addie.
Whatever it is, I don't like.
It makes me vulnerable. It's a sense of weakness I don't like. I decide that I can't let myself feel it because if it's going to cloud my judgement during the insanity that I'm living, it has to go away. My priority is to get out of the shit I'm in to maybe, just maybe, have a sense of normalcy back in my life.
