Luke's cold hands ran over my skin as he finished zipping up the part of my dress I couldn't reach. We both stared into the long mirror leaning on one of the walls in my room, studying our reflection a little too carefully.
Ever since spring break things felt a little different. It was a good different though. I think it was put into our heads that this was starting to get a little more serious and we weren't just hopeless romantics that stumbled into the loving arms of their best friends. No, no, no. How different things were for us.
"Our Sunday best on a Saturday," Luke softly spoke. His hands gripped onto my shoulders that had dotted with freckles over spring break. "Only your mother." He smiled at me through the mirror while my expression stayed flat.
"I feel like I should be worrie
