"Do you love me, Luke?" Georgia whispered, reaching out and putting her hands on his hips, sliding her fingers beneath the fabric and over his skin.
"Yes," Luke whispered, "I do." He raised his hands and put them against her shoulders, holding her in place at the same time he was using her to hold himself up.
"Show me." Georgia's whisper was beautiful. It was confident, but edged with nerves. "You'll always be the first person to have my heart Luke."
Luke didn't think about it. Usually, he tried to find a way to talk himself out of touching her. He was afraid of tainting her any further. She'd clawed her way back and Luke didn't want to do anything to take that away from her. He did want to show her. He wanted to replace the memories that he was sure she had pouring over her mind in the
