Chapter 133: Thief to his clothes

"Your hands are freezing," I told Luke as he was trying to warm my hands in his. He smiled, recognizing that it didn't help if his hands were colder than mine. He blew into our hands and rubbed his over mine with a smile that made me smile. "Why are you smiling?" I asked. "No reason," he answered, standing in his bedroom, "I'm happy we're sleeping together tonight." His bags from the Dubai vacation were by the door. He hadn't unpacked since getting back today. His bed was unmade, from when he jumped out of it a few hours ago to rescue me. I felt safe in Luke's room. It was warm to me – signs and reminders of him everywhere. He let go of my hand and walked towards the closet. "You can borrow a shirt, Minnie," he smirked, and repeated, "Borrow." He was onto me. I was a thief when it came to his clothes. "What's yours is mine," I replied with the same smile on my face. It only grew wider. "I didn't realize we were married,"