Resistance • l.h.

Twelve

Luke paced back and forth a couple times, his long legs striding across the room like it was nothing. After another growl of frustration, he went into the bathroom and shut the door. I waited until I could hear the sound of running water to slide open the closet door and make a run for the door.

When I got back into my room, I was still trembling. What did I just do?!

What does this mean about my stepfather and I?

I stretched my painfully sore muscles, cringing at how foolish I had been to stay inside the damn closet.

I know that I had gotten away successfully with my major f.uck up, but at what cost? I knew too much about Luke's obvious attraction for me, and my obvious attraction for him as well.

I felt the heat in my body leave when my mind pondered over the fact that I could be the reason Jocelyn and Luke were fighting. Is it possible that my mother knows?

No, I screamed at myself, shutting that thought out right away. If she knew, she would have left him a long time ago.

I scrubbed a hand across my face, groaning in confusion and anger. Even after everything that has happened, I couldn't bring myself to regret any little part of it, because at one point, I had wanted it.

My stomach sunk. After tonight, I realized that Luke most likely desired me as much as I did him. The question now is how long I can go without resisting the damned situation.