Luke was a complete enigma to me. I expected him to be flaunting his toned physique when exiting the shower or cornering me in the kitchen when I would make coffee. Instead, I would only hear him come and go at odd hours-always locking the door upon entry and exiting. I waited for his patience to grow thin and knock on my bedroom door or even attempt to romance me. Instead, he seemed to avoid me as if he was afraid to be alone with me. Which made me curious as to what his endgame had been. It drove me up the wall, and so after returning home from work...I waited for him as I sat at the breakfast bar.
"Can we talk?" I saw his eyes focus upon me in complete shock. Taking down his bag from his shoulder, he nodded and walked to the opposite side of the counter before pausing and looking at h
