The sound of Luke's voice was like an injection of some potent narcotic, a drug that, invaded my veins, producing a delirium of colliding sensations: tension and relief, fury and affection. I advance towards him with clenched fists. "You sonofabitch," He looks at me with his vibrant blue eyes that seemed to stare into my soul. His smug countenance turns into a staid expression before slowly reaching over to caress my cheek with his index finger. "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called 'cold' before." ❧❧❧ A story of when the fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the apartment next door is standing next to me in his underwear.
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