“What do you really feel?” Lily asked.
She watched as Luke stepped out of the bathroom, water clinging to his form. He hadn’t bothered to dress himself. Lily was glad he was getting comfortable around her. His fear didn’t serve him here. He had a towel in his hands and ran it up the length of his body in an attempt to dry himself. Lily wanted to be doing it for him but watching him was serving her just fine. It had been too long since they had joined. Lily had a feeling that it would be a while before they did again. Luke was too tormented to welcome her advances.
“Are you sure you really want to know?” Luke asked.
Lily nodded, “I need to know.”
Luke stepped toward her, closing the space between them. His closeness to her made her heart skip. He was strong in a way that a demon never could be. He reached out like he had a hundred times before and captured a lock of her hair between his fingers. He cupped her face in the palm of his hand as he spoke.