Luke entered the apartment and walked towards me, brushing Eric.
I shuddered as he hugged me and stared at that blue one eyes.
"Luna," he murmured. The sound of his voice is like mine released the air from my lungs that I had kept in me all this time.
I inhaled. He squeezed my hand and I felt like I was he breathed life.
"Here you go," he said, pushing something into my hands. Flowers.
A beautiful bouquet of mixed flowers wrapped in thin paper.
"Thank you," I barely said.
He smiled slightly. - Go put them in a vase, darling. - After he patted Eric on my ass in front of my nose. Typical male
signal type this belongs to me.
I heard the ex sigh briefly. I briefly took it she looked up and saw that he was seething with rage. I used to because of that rage suffered, but never again.
