My entire body leaning towards him like a sinking ship. I'd drown if he kissed me again.
He grabbed my hand. He whispered, “Let's proceed upstairs.”
I nodded, gagging. Upstairs. Yes.
He led me inside the gallery and up the stairs. Old floorboards creaked between us.
We entered the top-floor master bedroom. The room was gloomy, and the skylight was like a black hole. If it broke, we'd be pulled into space.
Luke turned on a bedroom light, then guided me to the floor near the bed. The room was clean and white. I saw Luke. His suit-clad physique was tense. I felt bad for him since he couldn't rest.
What made him guarded?
If I could reach over the chasm and touch him where he stood in his own iron hold...
“Ask me a question,”
I hadn't considered asking questions. In the lamplight, I could tell he was determined. His look didn't reveal his determination, but that was something.
I asked about his family.
His eyes clenched almost imperceptibly.