I fell from the bench I was sitting on, startled.
"What the heck!"
Luke who was looking at me mischievously lifted me up. I clutched my chest, feeling my racing heartbeat.
"What did you do that for?" I asked Anne.
At the same time, Luke put his hand on his chest for a second then almost brought it to mine. I slapped his hand away just in time.
"No touching, pervert." He put his hand to his chest once more,
"You wound me dear,"
I put my nose up in the air and said imitating a British accent,
"Then pardon me dear,"
"You are pardoned, ma'am." He curtsied. He raised his hand brought it to my chest once more, this time I caught it and pretended to shake it. He pouted and stamped his foot like a child.
"I just want to feel your heartbeat."
I patted the back of his hand.
"No can do,
