I swallowed, then took a step backwards, my back hitting the door. I blinked as he came forward, his hair covering part of his eyes.
We were both soaking wet and dripping and he gave a small smile. 
"Is this..." he started to say, then looked down across my face, then back up. "The part where we kiss?"
I bit down on my lips, my breath stopping in my throat. He leaned forward, his hand on the door beside me, until his face was a mere eyelash away from me.
I swallowed, his eyes holding mine in place. They were dark, and the intensity in them knocked my breath out of me.
He looked down at my lips again, briefly breaking our eye contact, then looked back up to me.
"Are you enthralled enough?" he asked again, his eyes darting across both of mine, as if he needed to take note of each and everything that might pass by in my gaze.
I swallowed again, blinking. He smiled and leaned away from me, then got a towel from the small cabinet. He then wrapped the towel around me, then opened the door so I could get out.
I walked away, my knees weak under me. I turned briefly and he was still standing there, his hand still on the door knob, his eyes still solemn. The same kind of solemn that weakened my knees, yet thought of giving my mind enough strength to want to run back to him.
Yes, I am enthralled enough, and that wouldn't even be the first time.
I swallowed and turned away, and I heard the door close softly, and the shower go off. My knees finally gave way under me and I fell softly on the lush ruh, my hand trying to instinctively break my fall by being on the edge of the bed.
I sat there, just thinking about what had happened. Luke had been a little different..and it did make me curious. Is that how his 25 year old self would have been had he been in love with me then?
I swallowed. Love?
"Karla. Why are you on the floor? Are you okay?"
I looked up to him. He was now wearing a robe, his hair was still wet, but it looked like he had passed a towel through it. He leaned forward to me and helped me up, his eyes still full of concern and worry.
I immediately removed my hand from his, then took a step back. Love?
He looked at me, his eyes widening a little. "Is something wrong?"
I shook my head, then swallowed. "It'It's nothing."
"Are you cold? From the water?"
I shook my head and looked up to him. "I am warm. Maybe a little too warm for someone who was just in the water."
But he wasn't listening to me anymore. He had gone to bring more towels to wrap me on, and he brought a big robe and handed it to me. 
"Maybe you should change into this." He said, giving it to me.
He pointed towards the walk in closet and urged me to go. I nodded, then walked away slowly. I turned to him and he was still staring at me, his eyes wide with worry.
I managed a small smile, and he returned it. I walked to the closet and went in, then changed into the robe. It was almost a gown and had large pockets, and I found it to be extra comfy.
I came out, looking like a fur ball. He smiled once he saw me. 
"You look so cute," he laughed.
I smiled at it and looked down at myself again.
Luke brought another towel, and came to me. "Let me dry your hair."
I nodded and he stood there, then put the towel around my hair, then brought it back up so he could dry it out.
He gently brushed it off, and when he was satisfied, took out the towel.
"Thank you." I said.
He laughed. "I feel guilty cause I made you come in. So sorry."
I shook my head. "It's fine. It was a mistake."
He nodded, then went around the room, and opened a window right above his bed. I watched him as the window gradually opened. It offered a rather clear view of a few constellations, like he had them drawn on so they looked like they were on the sky.
"That's beautiful." I said, walking around to see it clearly. 
"Wait till the lights are off." He said, then went around to turn off the lights, and turned on the warm light of the bedside lamps. 
I sat on the bed, enjoying the view, and he came to sit next to me after turning on a piano piece.
"You listen to orchestral music?"
He nodded and sat next to me, a hand dryer in his hand. I immediately turned to give him access to my hair.
"It's a song from a setting of 16. A poet's love by Schumann. It was for his wife."
I smiled a little, knowing he couldn't see it anyway.
"I like it."
He said nothing, and them turned off the dryer when he was done. I collected it from him. 
"Let me dry yours too. Your hair."
He turned and I sat behind him, drying his hair and running my fingers through it.
"Something about this is a little sad," I said, referring to us more than the song. But I didn't expect him to get it.
"It tells of their struggles too. Her father opposed the marriage."
"But love prevailed, didn't it?"
He nodded slowly. "Love prevails over anything, Karla. Old age, misunderstandings, death and even time."
I gave a long sigh. "You don't know...just how ironic that is."
He turned to me, but sat so we were both facing the window. "Why? Do you need love to prevail over something?"
I laughed and turned to him. "You talk like an old man."
He scoffed and leaned on my shoulder. "Well..."
I smiled a little sadly. "You don't look like you have a long time to live."
He looked up at me, his eyes calm yet sad, and then smiled. I could see his sadness prevail over the smile.
"I guess when you live right, you don't need to."