CHAPTER 70: Luka's backstory

"How was your date?" My mom was cuddled under a crochet blanket that came with the couch, she had a wine glass in her hand and one of her sappy shows about love and friendship was playing. Her head was hanging over the back of the couch so that she was staring at me instead of the show.

I shrugged and shuffled on my feet waiting to be dismissed. She dropped the wine glass and motioned for me to come over.

"I just want to go to bed right now, can't I do that?" I snapped before running up the stairs two at a time.

I have a game plan for when Luka acts mean and bosses me around, but since I got back, he has been genuinely kind to me and he took his time to make sure that we could eat good food, in a place we were both comfortable with and still not miss the playoff game for the night.

I flung my purse to the bed and dropped on the bed like a huge sack of potatoes with a loud sigh.

My mom entered almost immediately after me. She sat beside me and stroked my hair without saying anythi