Chapter Four
It’s a universal truth that the majority of people are more attractive at the end of their teenage years than at the beginning. Who hasn’t had the urge to burn their pimply-skinned, brace-faced, weird-haired early high school photos? I know I have. Then you get the people who are lucky enough to become not just attractive, but properly beautiful. You look at their pictures on f*******: and wonder where their supermodel genes were in grade eight when no one seemed to fit into their own skin properly. And then you get the people who look so vastly different it’s entirely possible they climbed into a new body.
Luke is one of those people.
His skin is perfect, his blue eyes are bright, and his chiseled jaw and artfully tousled bed-head would make any of the top one hundred hott
