The inert figure was seated on the foot of his bed.
“What’s your name?” asked Jake in a cold tone. He glanced briefly at the guy as he unpacked his duffel bag and shoved his clothes carelessly into the drawers. They were in his old bedroom, which hadn’t changed since Jake left two years before to stay at the university dorm. He hadn’t been back since then, preferring his mother’s house for holidays.
Jake could only catch a soft ‘-uk’ and he leaned forward. “Come again?” He frowned. Had this young man not been allowed to talk at all? Was it so strenuous for him simply to say his name? Then Jake heard it, softly spoken by that beautifully curved mouth.
“Luke.”
Jake’s heart fluttered. Then he nodded, crossed his arms over his chest, and fully confronted the young man.
“So. Luke. That’s a
