Luke’s hands gripped my butt, and he lifted me up, sliding me onto a counter or cabinet in the closet. I couldn’t tell what I was sitting on.

The smooth wood was cool on my backside.

He kissed my neck, and I tipped my head back, moaning as I popped one button at a time off Luke’s shirt.

It was pitch black, making all my senses heightened.

He brushed his fingers along my thighs and my skin shivered, puckering with goose flesh.

I ...