Page 41 of Falling Hard
I lifted a hand. "Whoa, calm down. All I was saying is I have my toys. If you won't touch me, I still know how to take care of myself."
"That better be the only thing I'm sharing you with, and even that won't be for long."
His possessiveness caught me off guard, and I nearly choked.
Luke patted my back as I coughed. Reaching for my water, I took a few sips, ignoring the burning low down in my core.
I noticed the way he still looked at me. "What?"
"Are you really serious about us?"
"Why do you act like I'm the flakiest person in the world?" I asked, annoyed, as Luke pushed his fork toward my lips. On our plates was the exact same food, but Luke wanted to share his.Why?Blushing, I realized it was sort of cute. I gave in, leaned forward, and parted my lips so he could feed me. When his fork brushed against my lip, it felt more intimate than I expected. Luke never took his eyes off me as he slowly drew the fork away. Even as I chewed, I felt his gaze on me. I could have drowned in it. The moment stretched, and he reached for another bite, and I didn't stop him. Bite after bite, I opened for him. Each brush of his fork was slower, more intimate. My heart fluttered. I never took my eyes off him. In one night, everything had changedbetween us. Luke wanted to share everything with me, life, food, his heart; there was nothing we wouldn’t share, and I was in agreement.
"How is it? Glad you didn't stubbornly skip breakfast?"
"Yes." Somehow, the food tasted better from his fork. "Look at us."
When I noticed my words got no reply, I stared at Luke. I'd known him long enough to know the way his face twisted meant he had something on his mind.
"Just us," he muttered.
"We may need to take out an ad in the newspaper. To tell everyone this gigantic news," I joked, but when I got no reply, I stared at Luke longer.
"Nobody reads newspapers anymore. Just go ahead and update your many admirers on social media."
We weren't teenagers, so I gave his comment a hearty laugh.
Then I realized he wasn’t joking. He was serious, maybe even more serious than I’d ever seen him.
"Luke?"
Instead of answering me, he reached for his phone. My eyes widened.
"There is no backing out now," he said, then pointed to my cellphone on the table.
"Luke, I don't do corny posts. That's not me."
Seemingly ignoring my words, Luke typed, keeping his eyes lowered on his screen. My phone pinged beside me. I reached for the device. I had a Facebook notification,Luke Forrester tagged you in–
Corny? Absolutely. Outdated? Definitely. But if it was Luke, I didn't care.
I went to my own profile and updated my relationship status:Engaged to Luke Forrester.
If he was ready to tell the world about us, suddenly it didn't seem so corny after all.
"Happy now?" I teased.
"That's a start, but what about all the men that aren't on social media? I don't want anyone popping up like Rick did."
I chuckled. "Luke, whenever they appear, I'll tell them I'm taken."
"Or you can just message them all now."
"If I tell you I love you, why aren't you confident in that? You've known me forever. Would I lie to you?"
Luke's smile was playful, but his eyes held a warning. "You're right. After the next naked woman appears in front of me, I'll share the news."
I snatched his phone. "I’ll message the ones in your phone, and you tackle mine."
