LEXI POV
“Can I look at you?” Luke asked.
I was surprised. “What?”
He gestured to the blanket I had over me. “Can I look at you?”
I nodded, shyly, and let him pull back the blanket. He gently stroked my body with his finger tips and I wanted to purr in pleasure. He picked up one of my curls and wound it around his finger. “You have your dad’s curls.”
“I know. But not his red hair.”
“Your mom have brown hair?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“Have you never seen a photo?” He seemed surprised. I shook my head.
“No. Dad doesn’t talk about her much.” I paused, remembering. “I found a photo of her, once a long time ago. When I was probably nine. Dad saw me with it and took it away. Told me the past was the past and it dwelling on it changed nothing.” I could see that he was disturbed by tha
