I stared up at Luke. The boy I lived with this summer in a small cabin by the lake. He was sexy. I'd forgotten just how hot he made me. His steamy blue eyes contrasted against his dark hair and tanned skin. I traced his chiseled bone structure with my eyes, going all the way down to his smooth, pink lips.
He licked his bottom lip and smiled. I let my eyes travel further down. A white shirt covered his broad shoulders. The sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, revealing his toned and strong arms. His jeans hung around his waist, secured by a leather belt, and his white shoes were unscathed. "You ok, Minnie?"
I struggled with the two versions of him: the Luke everyone idolizes and the Luke I knew this summer. This was Luke. Just Luke.
"Maybe she's mute," a girl said behind me. I held onto
