When I opened my eyes, Luke was not beside me on the bed. I slowly sat up, my eyes scanning the entire room. Alarm bells started to go off in my head, as I suddenly jerked up, looking around the room. "Luke?" There was no answer, but music suddenly started to play. I turned towards his closet and Luke was there, wearing a black robe. "You are awake." He said to me, a bright smile on his face. I nodded, slowly getting out of bed. "What's the music for so early?" He laughed and took my hands, and without saying a word, twirled me, then pulled me back to him. He was moving side ways, his arms wrapped around me, along with my open arms. "It's always been one of my wishes to wake up to music and dance, Karla. I figured since you were already granting wishes...." He laughed and trailed off, then slowly pushed me away from him, raising my hand above my head, then twirled me once. I laughed and came back to him, my hand finding it's way to his chest. "It is so surprising that I am your first. I mean, you are quite the romantic." He laughed and bent me over, and he leaned to me. "If I had it my way, you'd be the last too." I smiled as he pulled me again and we fell into rhythm, dancing around the bed. Sometimes, he would pull me so my back was resting on him, and we would dance a few small steps together, his arms wrapped around me. "Ready to have breakfast?" He whispered into my ear and I nodded, then he twirled me one last time. When I came back to him, this time, he cupped my face and kissed my cheek, then smiled brightly again, before finally releasing me. I watched him walk away, my smile still bright. He closed the door behind him as he left, and I felt my smile slowly fade away. For some reason, I felt this sinking feeling, like something bad was going to happen. I just wasn't sure how or when. I closed my eyes for a while and shook my head. I shouldn't ruin a perfectly good morning with my over thinking. I made my way to the bathroom and fixed myself up for breakfast, then made my way out towards the kitchen. Luke was making pancakes when I came down, and he smiled at me. "I didn't get any flour on me today." I laughed and walked to him. "Classes?" He shook his head. "Wednesdays are my free days. So you just might get tired of me today." "I don't think I will ever get tired of you, Luke." He stopped what he was doing and looked up to me. His eyes were a little wide. Before I could ask him what happened, I saw the red creep up his cheeks, and he quickly looked away. "Did you just..." I started to say, laughing hard. He brought his hands to his face, then pushed his hair back. "No." I laughed nonetheless, knowing I had, indeed, seen him blush. "Let me freshen up." He said as he kept the pancakes on the dining. I nodded and watched him leave. I walked around the dining table to a small console table that seemed to hold some books. On top of it, however, was a dark brown book, and I carried it. It seemed to be Luke's diary and I skimmed through the pages, not quite registering anything. I slowly kept it back, then went back to the dining. Luke came back with his hair falling in front of his eyes and slightly damp. "I found your diary," I said, and he started to laugh. "Some very embarrassing details in there. Did you read it?" I shook my head. "Figured I shouldn't. But now you are making me want to read it. Is it a habit?" He nodded. "My dad told me to. I had no one to talk to, so he told me to just write it down. I do everyday." My brows furrowed a little. "Do you think you will stop sometime?" He shook his head. "No. It's like a little sanctuary. And see? I don't have anyone to talk to about you." He chuckled, then went back to his plate. I let my mind wander. Did he have a diary when we were married too? What could he have written in there? Could there have been anything about me? Us? I swallowed. "Is there something about me in there?" He nodded without looking up. "Most of the entries before you were pretty boring and almost repetitive. I am not sure I would want you to read it while I am here, though." I smiled and turned to the diary again. It was probably the first time that I was curious about something from the future. Rather than the thing with Luke and our relationship now...what could he have thought of me as his wife? It was a question I could never get the answer to. The present Luke wouldn't know, and the future Luke... I turned to the diary again. I will surely read it later.
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