Page 1 of Come to Me
Chapter One
Alyssa
Luke's face lights up when I step into the restaurant.
"I missed you so much," he murmurs in a low voice.
God, I missed him too.
I missed him holding me while we watch television, I missed arguing with him about the stupidest little things, I missed having him there while I drink my morning cup of coffee.
I missed the way he looks at me with those dark eyes.
Like he wants me so badly he can't wait to be alone. And might not.
It's been barely any time at all. Five days. One week of shooting on location, far, far away from Los Angeles.
But it feels like forever.
He wraps his arms tight around me, secure and warm. My body hums from the proximity.
It's as good as the first time he touched me.
"I missed you too," I whisper.
I bury myself deeper in his chest, inhaling him. He smells good. He always does. Like soap and Luke and my shampoo.
The obscenely girly honey scented shampoo I buy at Lush.
He brushes his cheek against mine; the beginning of stubble rasping against me lightly.
My whole body feels light, like I'm floating. It really does feel like it's been an eternity since I've been in his arms, since I've felt his skin against mine.
"How did you bribe Laurie into releasing you early?" he asks, his voice rumbling in his chest.
"I'm the star. I get to make all kinds of ridiculous demands," I half joke.
"Hmm. I'll make sure I use that to my advantage in the future."
I smile, breathing him in again, letting the feeling of being back in Luke's arms soak in.
"You're using my shampoo."
"And your conditioner." He squeezes me tighter then pulls back to look at me, his eyes soft. "It smells like you."
My heart squeezes in my chest.
"Barely. I only wash my hair once a week."
"It's close enough." He offers his hand, his palm flat like he's Prince Charming asking me to dance. I brush my fingers against it.
"I promised her a sleep over," I explain.
He raises a brow.
"She's a little old for that."
"Ah, but she's also incredibly abusive of her power. Reminds me of someone else I know."
