Luke questioned what he was doing. He was losing it. He put a fresh shirt on and paused, he didn’t recognize himself or his behaviour anymore. He was used to managing feelings like anger, frustration and grief, he had to handle this the same way he handled everything else. He had to put it away in an imaginary box until he was ready to deal with and take back the control that he had temporarily let go of. Mia Cortez was not going to destroy what he had been working so hard at to keep–his sanity.
He walked out onto the veranda ten minutes later, acting like nothing had happened and waited. I’ve screwed this up. He shouldn’t have given in to his body. She did kiss him back though, he surmised, had she kissed Mr Evangelides like she kissed him? He&...
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