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I arrive home and head to my room. I grab a sketch pad, a mechanical pencil, and 2 markers a red and black one. I draw the eyes ... Over and over till I get them right... Those piercing eyes that look right into the soul.

I'm so engrossed in the drawings that I lose track of time.

Wow! 2:30 already! Yikes!

I barely have enough time to make a salad and tidy up enough to get my place back to passable - not spotless, but back to usual. With 15 minutes to spare, I decide to risk taking a shower, since I didn't get a chance this morning.

Halfway through my shower, I hear the doorbell.

SHIT!

"One minute!" I yellas I turn off the shower. I grab a towel as I run to let Luke in.

"Sorry, I forgot to unlock the door." I say as I open the door with one hand and hold up my towel with the other.

Luke's initial shocked expression shifts to one of... arousal. His cheeks flush and, although I can't see his eyes, I feel his hungry, heated gaze.

"Um if you want to come in, I'll go put on some clothes." I turn around with a flush rising on my cheeks to match his.

"Wait," his arm wraps around my torso as he steps in, allowing the door to close behind him with a soft click. He kisses my neck. "Luke," I gasp.

"Sorry, you're just too beautiful."

He kisses his way up my neck to my lips. "May I?"

I respond by kissing him feverishly.

"I want to continue, but we should wait for another time," Luke says after a couple of more minutes of a firy making out.

I nod, but I don't want to pull away. I think he feels the same, because we just stand there hugging each other while my towel starts to slip down.

"I want to stay like this, but..." I pause to clutch at the towel, barely grabbing it in time to keep myself covered, mostly.

Luke immediately lets me go and turns around, looking abashed, "Sorry," he whispers as I head upstairs to put some clothes on.

I join him in my living room once I'm dressed. Luke is sitting on the couch, staring at the table...

Weird.

"How long have you lived here?" he asks, as if sensing my presence, not looking at me.

"I've lived here all my life..." I trail off as my thoughts turn to my parents. We always ate our meals together in the livingroom and It was also where I had tried to contact them after they died.

Neither of us said anything more for a couple of minutes, until I broke the silence, "So... do you want to do the report or should I?"

He pauses a moment, considering, before replying, "I can write the report. I have a type of a photographic memory, so when I tell you what information I used, it won't be cheating."

Wow, that's cleaver and kinda cool.

"So what should I do while you write?"

He gives me a mischievous smile... I might regret having said that.

"How about you make dinner and after that, we talk?"

"You looked surprised. What... you thought I would ask you to do something... more risque?" He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, pleased with having set me up.

Luke's satisfied chuckle follows me into the kitchen as I turn on music and start to dance to while cooking. I decide on lazy man lasagna, where everything is pre-cooked then assembled.

Luke's voice startles me,"That's hot," hesays huskily.

I spin around, spoonful of pasta sauce still partway to my mouth.

"That too, but the movement was awesome."

I flushing, not realizing until then that my dancing was visible from the living room."I thought you were going to write?"

"I did. I'm done - perk of having a great memory." I nod, turning around to check the oven." It must be nice to have a good memory. Mine's definitely not the best."

Luke wraps his arms around my waist in a back hug.

"Luke?"

He gives a, "Hum?"

"Are we... Dating?" He stiffens a little...

"We can be, if you want..." he pauses before continuing."I would like to date you..." he says, burying his face in my back, where I can't make outhis expression. I want to be with him too. It just feels right to be with him...

"I would like that," he says. He lifts his head and releases me just enough to look me straight in the eye, giving me the cutest smile I have ever seen.

Just when I think he's going to let me get back to cooking dinner, he gives me a gentle but passionate kiss. He nibbles my bottom lip, as if he's asking for me to open wider to him. When I don't, he surprises me by lightly pinching my butt.

My slight gasp is the opportunity he's looking for to slip his tongue in.

I'm mid-moan when I hear a *Cough cough* behind me.

Detaching from the kiss and spinning around, I see it's Amie.

Oops! I totally forgot that she was even coming!

"Oh, a... Hi Amie... you're early..." I stammered.

She's surprised to see me so flustered, "Actually, I'm late," Aime says, smirking.

I look at the time it's 8:05.

I laugh, "Right! Luke, this is Amie. Amie this is Luke."

I catch the expression on Luke's face. For some reason he looks...scared? Shocked? I can't quite place it, but it's not good.

"Are you ok?" I ask and he looks like I pulled him out of a daydream.

"Oh ya sorry I just remembered I have to go do.... something."

Before I can ask anything, he grabs his stuff and leaves.

"Great, you scared off my boyfriend." I sigh.

Amie's eyes widen, "BOYFRIEND?!?!?"

"Yes, new boyfriend."

Amie laughs, "More like the only boyfriend."

I stick my tongue out at her, "Haha, very funny."

She gives me a mischievous look, "So.. who was that hottie?" She starts rattling off questions, "When did you meet him? How long have you been going out? How old is he..?"

I cover her mouth playfully. "Calm down! I'll tell you everything. Luke yesterday, 20 minutes, and I think 21?" I say, counting off the answers with my fingers.

"What?! Wait.... WHAT?!?!?!"

"YOU didn't tell me!"

"I was GOING to! That's why I invited you over, so we could talk about my love life for once."

She calms down, but still looks uneasy, "I feel like I know him somehow, but... not in a good way."

"Oh? And where would you know him from?"

Aime shakes her head, "I don't know, it's just a feeling.."

"I have to go." Before I can say anything, she is out the door.

"What was THAT all about?" I say to myself

*Ding* The lasagna is done. I don't even remember putting it in between making out with Luke and explaining his presence in my kitchen (and mouth!) to my best friend.

I shrug, "Oh, the irony!"

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The girl with the silver eyes is actually on of my favorite books and it does hold a special place in my heart.

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