Without A Trace(Luke Hemmings FF)

Nine

Zoey's pov:
We're at my appointment now. I'm in with the doctor, Dr. Ramona, but I asked Luke to wait in the waiting room.

"Okay, so I heard about what happened. I mean, not details. Nobody knows details, but I heard about the abduction and stuff. Anyways, in order to take care of you the way you need, I need to know some of what's happened to you. I know you don't want to relive it, but it's the only way I can give you the best possible treatment. Don't worry. Whatever you tell me stays in this room." She gives me a small smile. I nod and brace myself to tell her what I've been through over the past year.

Luke's pov:
My phone starts ringing, so I walk outside and answer it.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, baby. You wanna come over?" Maya giggles in a provocative tone.

"I can't. I'm busy." I say simply.

"Where are you?" She asks.

"I'm with Zoey at her doctor's appointment." I tell her.

"You're spending quite a bit of time with her, aren't you? Don't forget who sucks your dick at night." She mumbles.

"I'm not spending any significant amount of time with her. I'm being a good friend to her. I'm here for moral support." I tell her.

"Well, maybe if you'd spend a little more time with me, I wouldn't be so jealous. Did you guys do anything while you were gone?" She asks.

"No." I lie.

"Look, Maya, I love you, but I don't love how crazy jealous you are." I groan.

"I'm sorry that I'm a jealous girl, but you knew that when we first started going out. My boyfriend is hot, but I don't want other girls thinking you're hot." She whines.

"Maya, please. Don't be so ridiculous." I scold.

"Are you sure nothing happened between you two in the hotel rooms?" She asks.

"Maya, stop. There is nothing between Zoey and I, okay? So, stop your bitching." I groan.

"Um..." Zoey's voice turns me around.

"I-I'm finished." She gulps, running her fingers through her hair. She must have just heard what I said to Maya.

"Maya, I'll be over later. I've got to go." I say, then hang up.

"Okay, let's go." I say, then rest my hand on her back as we walk.

Zoey's pov:
His callused hand on my back sent shivers down my spine. I shouldn't like him, I know. He has a girlfriend, but there's just something about him that makes me want him. All of him. I just feel so secure with him. So... safe. I gently move away from his touch. He looks at me confused, but doesn't say anything. We get into his car and I buckle my seat belt. He pulls out of the parking spot and rests his hand on my knee. I cross my legs, causing his hand to fall off of my knee.

"Is something wrong?" He asks. Yes.

"No. Why?" I act confused. I know exactly what he's talking about.

"Nothing. You just seem off." He frowns.

"No, I'm not off." I fake a smile and look out the window, despite my throbbing heart. We sit in silence for about five minutes, before he breaks it.

"How was your appointment?" He asks.

"Did everything check out okay?" He adds.

"I'll know in 72 hours." I state, not looking away from the window.