~Luke’s Point of View~
Play it cool, don’t panic because she’s a couple minutes late. Goddess you’re pathetic.
*I don’t think so at all! In fact being away from her has put me in quite a pissy mood. I could really get used to--* Dante cuts himself off when we see her. He doesn’t even want the distraction of his own thoughts and I get it.
Her glossy red mane is loose again, not that I don’t like the pigtails. But this just makes her even more of a Goddess. She’s got on another form fitting dress with those boots, ugh!
I lick my lips before I can help myself, and stand like a fool by her locker. We were barely able to sleep last night with everything going on, and with such fresh memories of Harlow’s soft body, her heavenly aroma of arousal and--
“Good morning,” she says, giving me a bi
