Chapter 8Luke analyzes himself in the full-body mirror for the twentieth time in the past hour. He spent these thirty minutes primping himself, wanting to impress Hardy even after knowing he already won the Dom over. He chose the tightest skinny jeans and the deepest V-neck of his wardrobe, each article chosen with the knowledge they favor his lithe frame exceptionally well. His eyeliner was flawlessly applied, smudged perfectly smoky. He sprayed so much cologne that the bottle was now half empty. Earlier that day, he went to his monthly waxing session at the best salon in the city and also got a manicure and painted his nails a fresh black.
Luke walks down the stairs while zipping up his leather jacket. He reaches the first floor and goes straight for the key bowl, going through the mult
