Chapter Seven

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I gasped as I felt my heart stopping at the touch of those unknown fingers wrapped around my skin. I let the air sink in inside my chest and kept it there, fear taking over me. 

"Where do you think you're going?"

My lungs could breathe again as the dread vanished from my veins. I knew that voice. It belonged to Luke.

Once I realized the stranger was, after all, Luke himself, there was no way I could go back to being sweet. My body turned around, my teeth gritted at him and, leaving no doubt of how frustrated and angry I was, I sharply released my arm from his gentle grip. "Don't touch me."

Silence fell upon our heads, blue and brown eyes connected by what felt like electricity.

Despite the darkness of the night hampered my field of view, the moonlight irradiated across Luke's features, shadowing his nose and defined jawline, intensifying the blue on his irises and the paleness on his cheeks.

In that moment, he seemed to me a masterpiece.

"I'm sorry." His voice broke the sounds of nature playing in the background and also my thoughts. Taking one step forward, Luke shortened the space between our bodies. "I'm sorry."

My eyes never left his as tips of fingers reached for my wrist, however this touch was not new or unusual; instead, it was warm and familiar, just like home. My chest was rising and falling at the speed of sound and it was completely useless to try to stop it. The air flew in and out of my lungs so superficially it soon became shallow. I couldn't hide what he did to me, what he made me do, how my body reacted when I was near him. I couldn't deny it and Luke couldn't either.

"Come on, let's go back." He half-smiled, his tone tender as I nod.

Luke's hand pushed gently by mine as we started walking on the same path back to the steam. None of us said anything except for Luke, who casually warned me about fallen branches I could stumble on or taking careful steps on a certain area. We finally managed to get there and everything looked the same, yet darker.

I sat down against the fresh grass, folding my knees and bringing them to touch my chest, the same position I had been sat on when we first had gotten here; Luke stood right beside me but instead his legs and back were stretched along the ground, in a relaxing position. The palms of his hands hid behind his nape, creating an interruption between the grass and the back of his head.

We both shared the same silence for a brief moment, only enjoying the sound of the water running towards its dead end, the wind blowing through the leaves hang on the trees and amiably slapping our cheeks, when Luke decided it was time to loosen that curtain.

"Did you think I wouldn't go after you?"

I turned to face him, an eyebrow furrowed.

"Well..." I shrugged. "I honestly was so pissed that I didn't even think about it, I just wanted to get as far away from you as I could."

Luke took a splayed hand onto his chest. "Ouch, that hurt!" He cried, amusingly.

I couldn't avoid to let go a chuckle. "If you hadn't been such a jerk I wouldn't have said it in the first place."

"You wouldn't shut the fuck up!" His tone showed off an incredulous, yet witty Luke, in spite of the rudeness present on his words. "How was I supposed to enjoy the walk with you always opening your mouth so say something?"

"You see?" I an accusing finger at him. "You're doing in again!"

Luke threw his hands in the air in a perplexed attitude which caused him to sit normally. "Doing what?"

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