Revenge Looks Better on Me — Luke's Sharp Tongue

Luke stopped walking. My eyes read. I reached for my luggage. Give me my suitcase.

I'll get home myself. He didn't let go. Were you crying? No.

Your eyes are red as a rabbit's, and you're still denying it. He leaned closer and studied my eyes for a few seconds. I turned my face away, embarrassed. embarrassed. Leave me alone. Okay, I won't ask. Let's get you home. You can talk when you feel

like it. I stared out the window the whole way back. Luke put on some soothing music and turned the temperature in the car up two degrees Fahrenheit. He didn't speak until we were nearly home. Your parents are overseas on business. They won't be back for a few I know. There's food in the fridge. Try not to starve to death. His familiar sharp tongue

made tears sting my eyes when we arrived he carried my luggage inside before leaving he leaned against the doorway and looked at me sure you don't need me to stay you're not gonna hide under the covers and cry the second year alone are you Luke Walker still able to yell at me guess you're okay I tried to shut the

door in his face but he held it open with his hand call if you need anything doesn't matter what time something stirred softly in my chest I stood leaning against the door for a long time before taking out my phone chloe had already sent more than a dozen messages babe why did you suddenly change your flight are you feeling sick i ran