Luke's lips, as well as the inside of his mouth, felt parched, even though he hadnât been caught doing anything wrong.
âWhat are you even saying? Out of nowhere like this.â
He subtly wetted his dry lips and pulled his hand free from Theoâs grasp. Though he tried to laugh it off as if unaffected, Luke knew the truth. To Theoâs eyes, he must have looked like someone running away.
He hadnât expected Theo to see through him so easily. When he claimed that he was worried about Dylan tarnishing the reputation of the unit he had built, Theo had immediately pierced through his flimsy excuse. Luke hadnât anticipated such a precise counter, and now he was at a loss for what expression to wear or how to respond.
Until now, the only person who had even slightly seen through to Lukeâs true self was Fail, and that had only happened because of the circumstances surrounding the supply theft case. Of course, Luke hadnât believed there wouldnât be anyone capable of seeing his true nature.@@novelbin@@
But he never thought Theo would be one of them.
âLuke.â
Just hearing Theo say his name made Luke flinch.
âDo you still have the ointment you received at the Calum branch?â
âAh, yeah. Itâs in my room.â
Theo nodded and rose from the sofa. As he crossed the drawing room and opened the door to leave, Luke found himself staring at his retreating back. Startled by the sound of movement, Monet got up from her spot and trotted back to Luke, curling under the sofa near his feet.
Luke absentmindedly stroked Monetâs fur, trying to calm his racing heart. If he had to rank the most surprising moments of his life, this one would surely make the top five.