Chapter Twenty-One
Luke just couldn’t help himself.
What was in his best interest and what he wanted had become two different things, and his self-destructive side had been a part of him for so long that he no longer understood what it meant to do the right thing and be normal. He rested his hand over his forehead and let it settle there, taking in the white ceiling and the light of day that drifted in through the window.
The bedroom was done in whites and pinks. He turned his head and took in Rosemary’s closed eyes, her brown hair fanned over her pillow, and her soft breathing, which hadn’t evened out.
“You okay?” she said.
What was he supposed to say? His family would likely have a few choice words for him if they knew he was sleeping with someone they would consider the enemy.
She
