He couldn't help himself.
There was something about her that pulled Luke in more and more as the hours went by. Something about her dark eyes and the ring in her curved nose. Or it was the way her brown hair fell in her face or how she bit her bottom lip when she smiled at something. He loved saying her name. Arzaylea. Something he would never forget.
And she made him feel different. Like he had known her for years even though it had only been a few hours. Like she wasn't just a one time thing which felt unusual for him. After all, he was Luke Hemmings.
He didn't feel this way about anyone else. He refused to. That was just how luke's mind was. But for the last few hours it was all different. And that's why he was fucking scared. Scared of this beautiful girl who was so unpredictable.
Not only was he worried about this unusual feeling, but also about the fact that they were practically strangers.
It was too early to feel this way about her already.
It was only 3:53 a.m.
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FanfictionHe knew it was too soon. He shouldn't feel this way about her already. It was only 3:53 a.m.
