Sixteen
Luke had spent the day rushing forward as fast and furious as he could, but at the end of it, his thoughts, like the furies or hell hounds, stayed right on his heels, trying to bring to the front of his mind the one thing he didn’t want to admit, acknowledge or feel. It was natural to feel worried about Amelia. It wasn’t natural to feel frantic. Or to feel like his life would be over if he didn’t find her again. He’d felt that once, didn’t want to feel it again, but it had crept up on him, blindsiding him while his defenses were down. If he wasn’t already in love with her, he was damn close.
He thought he only got one shot at this kind of love, the kind that wasn’t about s*x or companionship but was both and more. He’d found it with Rosemary. He’d known she was right for him righ
