Chapter 93: Personal

Luke and I arrived back to his home after dinner, exhausted. It was dark outside, and the warm glow of his living room was an inviting cove. His fingers were in my hair the moment we stepped across the threshold. Our arms were wrapped around each other and our kiss was hungry. Our legs intertwined as we took unsteady steps into the entrance of his house. I find myself so uncontrollably attracted to him. He ran his hand through my hair, gently tugging it and pulling me closer to him. The feeling of his fingers sent shivers through my spine. His touch was soft but when I leaned against him, his hold was strong. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and kissed him deeply. It felt like ages ago since we were last alone together. He raised me into the air, and I accidentally knocked over a flowerpot. But he caught it with his right hand, his reflexes coming into play, and set it down away from me before returning to kissing me. "Ahem," a voice interrupted us. A