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everyone?” I was getting a little
panicky. What if they saw us? Or heard us?
    “Gone. It’s just me and you.” He kissed my
temple, then eased out of me and disappeared to the bathroom. Gone?
They left us alone? Was that safe? I sat up quickly and scooted off
the bed, thankful that my legs, which felt as if they were made of
jelly, managed to hold me up.
    “Is it safe?” I asked Luke, barging into the
bathroom. He was standing at the sink, completely naked and
shaving. I looked down to see the redness between my legs, a result
of Luke’s five o’clock shadow, and blushed. Shit. Why was this so
embarrassing?
    Luke smirked at me, “Yes, baby, it’s
safe.”
    I joined Luke at the sink and cleaned myself
up, trying to keep the panic from rising. I had to get my shit
together. I was making progress though. Yesterday, I would have
sobbed uncontrollably at the thought of being alone. Baby
steps.
    “Are you hungry?” I asked Luke in the mirror.
He smirked at me again and I smacked his arm understanding his
smart ass facial expression.
    “For food.” I clarified, smiling.
    “Starving. I think the girls did some
shopping this morning.”
    At this rate my heart would be a big pile of
mush if people kept doing sweet shit to melt it down.
    “I’ll make us dinner,” I said and left the
bathroom in search of something to wear.
    “Dallas,” Luke called. I turned to see his
reflection in the mirror, still shaving, still barefoot and still
totally naked. “I love you.”
    I smiled and blew him a kiss, then turned on
my heel and headed for my closet.
    I decided that it was too late in the to day
dress up, so I grabbed an oversized, faded Pink Floyd t-shirt, the
most un-appealing pair of underwear I had-white, cotton boy shorts-
and made my way to the kitchen. The girls had, indeed, gone
shopping. My mouth watered at the sight of freshly ground beef.
Hamburgers it would be. I placed the patties in the skillet, and
then cut up lettuce, onion and tomato for the trimmings.
    “Something smells good,” Luke announced when
he walked into the kitchen. I turned around and let him pull me
into his arms. I buried my face in his neck and inhaled deep
through my nose. Burgers didn’t have shit on Luke.
    “I think that it’s you that smells so
wonderful,” I said into his neck. I pulled away from him enough
that I could look into his eyes. He smiled down at me, but I could
still see the events of the past couple of days were taking their
toll on him. “How about we eat, then maybe lie in bed and watch a
movie?” I suggested giving him my best smile.
    His face softened, “How about I just stand
here and let you smile at me all day?” I smiled bigger at his
request. “Don’t you want to talk?” he asked, running his finger
down my nose then grabbing my chin and raising my lips to his. He
kissed me softly and I swear it was the best kiss he had ever given
me. I did want to talk to him, but I wanted him to rest more. We
could talk tomorrow.
    “Tomorrow. Now move, before I burn supper,” I
said trying to sound firm, but failing.
    “Yes, ma’am. I’ll go find us a movie.” He
left me to finish cooking and I did so successfully without burning
anything.
    Luke and I ate like pigs. I guess neither one
of us realized how hungry we were. He offered to do the dishes and
I didn’t argue. I went to the bathroom, retrieved the dirty towels
and clothes from around the house and took them to the laundry
room. I was sorting them when Luke walked in and grabbed my hand.
“Bed” was all he said and it was enough convincing for me. Luke had
chosen an Adam Sandler comedy for us to watch. I clambered onto the
bed and he followed, gracefully, wearing nothing but sexy black
boxer briefs and a smile. I sighed at the sight of him. I snuggled
into his side, my back to his front, his arm draped over my stomach
and Luke turned out the light. Ten minutes into the movie, I heard
him lightly snoring in my ear. The sound was like a lullaby to me
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