Luke's mountains of trepidation threatened the edges of his mind as he spent the next morning in his apartment, but every time he replayed the previous night in his head, he pushed them further away. The fear that he'd felt at the inkling that Abel's feelings for him weren't platonic washed away into the bliss of feeling him smile as they kissed.
Luke looked around anxiously—though he was alone in his room—as he took out his phone to text Abel. He didn't really have anything to say, and he stared at his screen for far too long trying to come up with something. Finally, he gave up and stuffed his phone into his pocket.
Maybe he could try again later.
Luke got ready to go to lunch with Whitney, and he took the long route to avoid going anywhere near the church. Afternoon service was getting out, and the last thing he needed was someone seeing him, trying to talk to him, and dampening his spirit.