I laughed lightly at every joke Luke told me. I know he was simply trying to make me feel better, and I can say it helped. Though some of them are cringing, I had to keep it together so I wouldn't offend him. He has worked hard to make me smile, and I appreciate it.
"I've got two more," Luke grumbled, gripping his stomach from laughing so hard. Oh My God! He's not yet done.
"How do you describe a coat made of wolf fur?"
Confounded, I lifted my brows. A fur coat made of wolf fur? Is there such a thing? His jokes are getting complicated or perhaps I'm just too dumb to understand a thing. I'm not the 'into jokes' kind of person, so that might be the reason as well.
"What?" I questioned, not knowing what to say.
"A wear wolf," he broke out, laughing again, making me laugh as well. Not bec
