The days passed like a whirlwind. Despite our busy schedules, Luke and I always found a way to see each other. Some days, he would wait outside my school, leaning against his car with that lazy smirk of his. He said he would finish all his meetings all day as much as possible so that we could see each other after.
Other times, I would show up at his company, sometimes give him some pastries, just to steal a few minutes with him.
And when we weren’t together? We made up for it the next time we saw each other.
One thing is for sure, whenever we were alone, our hands wandered. It could be in his office or in the backseat of his car, or a quiet, desperate moment in his apartment. Each time, it was the same, his lips on mine, my fingers tangled in his hair, his body pressing into mine like
