long way home // l.h.

8

I left Luke's room the next morning while he was sleeping because I couldn't handle being in the same room as him with all of these feelings that I'm clueless about. I decided to go walk around the city and think about everything.

while I was walking I made a list of reasons why I want to be with Luke. He's a good kisser, he's great at sex I mean by far the best I've had, his music taste is impeccable, I love how when he watches cartoons he has this smile on his face, that a little kid on Christmas morning would have, and I love how he always calls me Riley baby, and how he loves life and how he always asks me how I am, and I love, I love who I am when I'm with him. I..I think I'm in love with Luke.

I stopped walking and turned around and started running back to the hotel.

I got up to Luke's room and knocked , on the door only to be met with the last person I expected to open the door. a tall blonde girl wearing of course Luke's shirt.