Chapter 57

"Ready?" he asked.

I ran all the instructions through my head again. "I think so."

From where he stood a few feet away, Luke raised the handgun from his side. Pointing it at me with serious and observational eyes. A seriousness I had to force onto myself when we started this lesson.

We were clad in comfortable workout clothes and tennis shoes. Luke and I pushed the living room furniture outwards to create a larger space for us to practice with. We didn't need the space yet, but we would once he shows me a few fighting techniques. For now, the moment was reserved for learning how to disarm a gunman. It was a definite skill I should know since we didn't know what might happen in the future. Or when we finally search the land in a few days.

Yes. Even during the honeymoon, we needed to get our hands dirty. To be fair, we should have done it sooner. Carter being gone, we were scared and paranoid. Who knows how we will be able to find the headquarters. Point is, we needed to try and get as close as we could. So, we were preparing for our first search. After all, you know our luck. Facing worst case scenarios was important.

First, I must assess the distance away from the gunman. See if disarming is possible.

Luke explained there were two choices if I didn't want to surrender. The first choice was easier – but possibly riskier. Which was running and moving erratically to dodge any bullets they would likely shoot at you. What Luke was teaching me was the technique you use if you want to disarm the person instead of run. To disarm, you needed to be close enough. Considering this was the lesson, Luke was close enough. He was holding the gun two feet away from me and in range.

The next steps needed to happen extremely fast if I wanted to avoid getting shot. Helping my chances, distraction was the first step. After all, the gunman is on edge and ready for anything. A simple question could take his focus off track.

Hands held up and in a vulnerable position, I caught Luke's green gaze. "Sir, did you know your zipper is down?" I asked, looking down from his eyes to his crotch. Then, I went for it.

Step two: I leaned to the side and cleared the barrel's range. However, just as I proceeded into the next step and grabbed the gun, Luke turned the barrel towards me before I could stop him. The clicking of the trigger he caused me to stop and let go. "That's no fair, I didn't have a chance to slap your arm away," I laughed.

Lowering the gun he 'killed' me with, he raised an amused brow. "You weren't fast enough."

"That was plenty fast," I said, crossing my arms.

"Not fast enough to stop a police officer. Or someone nearly as skilled with a gun," he said. "Sorry, I'm not going to go easy on you."

"I guess freaking so," I mumbled, moving back to my position.

He came to stand before me again. Mr. Professional was back and ready too, standing before me. I think he just liked showing me he knew more than me about this shit. Not like I can complain. He's hot when he is in cop mode.

With the hand not holding the gun, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Don't forget to keep your hand firm when you grab the muzzle of the gun. Hold it in place, slap their arm before they can reposition the gun back to you."

"Aye, aye, captain," I said, taking a deep breath. The steps were no problem. It was quite easy. The issue was speed. I am a swift ninja, but apparently, I needed to be even faster. Also, as he pointed out, I needed to work on my grip – with the gun, that is; he obviously had no reason to complain about my grip when it came to anything else.

"Will you list off the steps again?" he asked.

Before we started practicing, he thoroughly drilled the steps into my head. I know it's important, but they weren't hard to remember. "After the tenth time of repeating them back to you, you still don't think I got them memorized?" I scoffed.

"Not for when it happens," he said, straightening himself. "When it came time for the defensive tactics I taught you, a few times, you forgot. At least with that, you were fighting off a pair of hands. Not a gun. You forget what you're doing when a gun is pointed at you, it will cost you your life," he said, his pursed lips turning up slightly. "Which is why I will quiz you and test you on what you learn today. Be ready, because I'll come at you when you least expect it."

He had a good point that shut me up. When he taught me how to break away from an attacker, when it came time to use those moves, there were a few times I didn't. Practicing in a living room is different than getting grabbed in a real threatening situation. Considering we were preparing for a gun to be shoved in our faces, he was right. I needed to know these steps like it's instinct.

"Then, it will only be fair if I come at you with a gun when you least expect it," I said, shrugging innocently.

My words enticed his restrained smile to widen into a lovely grin. "You're going to test me? You already saw me do it."

I did see him do it. And let me tell you, I was more than impressed. Why did that mean I couldn't hold up a gun to him? He was going to do it to me, I deserve the same right. "Hey, I need to make sure Officer Prenta isn't too rusty," I smirked, raising a teasing brow.

"Looking forward to it," he said with dancing eyes. "Now, list them, please."

"Step one: distraction. Step two: lean away from the barrel range. Three: grab the muzzle. Four: slap arm away. Five: gain control of the gun and distance yourself."

"Good," he said lightly. "Now, do it." Luke took a step back and raised the gun up to me. "Just got to know what you are doing and be fast."

Be faster than Luke? I knew the steps, but being fast enough might be impossible. To do all those steps before they break away or shoot me, it didn't seem possible. When we first started and he demonstrated with me holding the gun, it was more than fast. It was a trained speed.

We both knew that meant a lot of practice if I wanted to be fast enough. Going fast though, as it turned out, helped. It allowed me to get the moves down along with the speed at the same time. It felt like it took a long ass time, but I became determined. Especially when I was getting better and closer. I found a rhythm, a pattern, and started doing it faster and faster. Then, I finally nailed it.

"Alright, ready?" he asked. "You're almost there." Luke raised the gun back up and before me. And though I was getting better, I was also getting antsy. And when that happens, it's easy to get distracted.

What made it easier... the piece of fine ass before me, ladies and gents. Luke wearing a muscle shirt and nylon pants – you know, those swishy pants – he looked too sexy. Immediately, I rolled with my distracted thoughts. Anything to change it up a little freaking bit.

"You know what, I surrender," I said, raising my hands. "Seems much easier and you know how lazy I am. Do whatever you wish with me!" I winked.

Luke tried hard suppressing a smile; we've been at this for a while and he was getting sick of this too. "Whatever I wish? Great, let's go," he said, nodding behind me and out of the living room.

"For what?"

"We're going to the garage." He playfully jabbed the gun against my shoulder and moved closer, causing me to turn towards where he wanted to guide me. Taking a few steps while glancing behind me to him, he couldn't hide his smile. "That's right, let's go. We are hanging that moose head back up."

Laughing, I turned back around to him and the gun. Pushing the gun back down to his side, I grabbed his other arm and towed him back to the middle of the open space. "Hell no. We'll keep going then."

Causing him to chuckle, I stopped and let him go once we were on the big area rug we have been practicing on. "You are getting so close," he insisted.

I moved to stand in front of him again. He raised the gun back up. Raising my hands and acting like I was surrendering, I ran the steps through my head. And this time, when I executed them, I did it fast enough. Fast enough to beat Luke.

Showing fear first, I then lowered my eyebrows in confusion. "Wait. Do I know you?"

Then, after I spoke, I shifted to the left of where the gun was pointed at me. Grabbed the muzzle of the gun simultaneously and holding it in place. Then, I slammed my other hand against his raised arm. The impact caused his arm and hand to break away, leaving only me grasping the gun by the muzzle. Then, the finishing step. Flipping the gun around and holding it properly, I backed away and held it up to him.

Stunned that I finally did it, I couldn't hide my smile. After what felt like forever, I did it. My joy and surprised was reflected on Luke's face. His brows slowly raised as well as I bright smile that reached his lips. "Well, alright then," he said lightly, raising his hands up in surrender.

That's right, bitches. Next time you rob someone, you better hope it's not me.

"On the ground..." I said, gesturing down with the gun. "Worship me."

"That was amazing," he nodded, resting his hands on his hips.

We did it a few more times. Some, I wasn't fast enough. But I was getting better and managed to snag it from him several more times. Of course, there was only so much I could handle. I know, I know... 'you can't do what you don't practice' was his fancy manly introduction to the disarming move. But knowing he would be surprising me randomly from now with a gun aimed at me, I convinced him to move on to the fight moves.

Talk about badass. What's hotter than him showing me how to disarm someone? Him teaching me how to fight. It was hard to take him seriously at first. Not just because the sexy cop himself was teaching me, but I was so ready for a break. He didn't seem to mind.

"Every few years as a police officer, we are required to get two days' worth of defense training. However, we are exposed to more situations take require us to make the first move. There are basic steps we are trained when entering a scenario, but the people we are against probably know how to street fight," he explained, standing across from me.

"Knee to the groin it is," I said, crossing my arms and nodding.

He chuckled. "That would work, but there are other things than just the groin."

"What if I just happen to sneak up on the person," I said, slowly easing closer to the man. He was standing tall with an amused raised eyebrow. He watched me move behind him. "And surprise this person."

Eyeing up his strong back, he tilted his head to the side so I could better hear him. "Surprise how?"

"I don't know... like jump on their back!" I laughed, and did just that. Springing up against his back, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Gripping his chest from behind allowed me hang off him.

Luke stumbled, not expecting me to jump onto his back. "What is wrong with you," he laughed, catching his feet and balancing his weight to keep us up.

"I'm ambushing an enemy," I chuckled, holding on with my knees bent so I wouldn't touch the ground. The back of his head and hair was in front of my face. "An enemy with great smelling hair."

"You failed. You didn't take me down," he said, standing still. Then, he reached behind him and grabbed my dangling legs. Forcing them to wrap around him, his hands gripped my thighs. His grip took most of my weight, allowing his bent arms to push me further up on his back. And while it was more comfortable and my face now hovered right next to his, he was in control. "I'm in control. What are you going to do now?"

"I could let go," I laughed, glancing to my left and staring at the side of his amused face.

Tilting his head up and to the side, he was no more than an inch from my face. He caught my eyes with a playful smirk and searched them. "Try it. You will fall back and hit your head on the ground. And I'll still be holding your legs around me."

"So, what would you do if someone jumped on your back?"

"I'll show you," he said, smirk growing sweet. Then, suddenly, he walked over to where we pushed the couch off to the side. Holding me up behind him, he turned and fell back with me at an angle.

It made me laugh the second my head hit the couch cushion. I was now laying on the couch with him laying over me, his back against my stomach. "You're going to fall back onto the couch with your attacker?"

From where his head now rested against my chest, he turned and tilted to meet my eyes. And for the sake of his lesson, he attempted to go back into serious mode. "If they are you, always. If they are anyone else, you take it as an opportunity to hurt them. Maybe simply fall back and let them hit the ground and take your weight. I would have slammed back against the wall; knock them into any object possible."

With my hands now resting against his chest, I moved one hand up to cup his face that was craned up towards mine. "What you are saying is.... don't jump on anyone's back."

"That is exactly what I am saying," he said, turning over and carefully getting off the couch. With a small smile, he offered me his hand. Taking it, he helped me to my feet. "Now, are you ready to learn a few better techniques?"

"They better be damn cool," I mumbled.

"Well there is a move I think you especially will love," he said. Despite his serious voice returning, he took a step closer and rested his hands on my sides. "I call it... knee to the face."

Knee to the face? No mystery there and it made me smile like an idiot. "No freaking way, man. Show me," I nodded.

He nodded, waking backwards and towing me by my sides. "It's the sequel of knee to the groin, so you know it's going to be intense." Standing back in the open space, he smiled. "Ready, street fighter?"

Hell yes! And sure enough, despite his joke, it was more intense. He explained by slowly demonstrating on me. First, he grabbed the back of the neck and head, forcing me to bend forward and stare at the ground. He explained since his hold made me bend down, it put my face in easier range. Then, he took a step back and used the distance between us as leverage, sending his bent knee up towards my face. And no, he did not smash my face in with his kneecap. But, I now know how he could.

After allowing me to go through the simple steps, I also knew how to. We practiced a few times until I got it down. Then, we went onto another move. And another, practicing each a few times before trying a new move or going back to see if I remembered the previous tricks he showed me. All were simple, but brutal. Call me fucked up, but learning all this made me want to get into a fight.

Practice alone though already did its toll on me the next day. My whole body was sore, especially my legs and arms. However, there were better and more important things to focus on rather than my soreness.

"Kyle, you suck too," Chrissy said from where she was sitting between us at the edge of the dock.

Biting my lip to hold in my laughter, I glanced to my left and over the little girl's head. Luke's pursed lips turned into a suppressed smile when we shared a knowing look of amusement. Glancing back down to the girl holding the fishing pole, he sighed dramatically.

"Maybe the fish just aren't biting today," he said sweetly.

"Just like they 'happen' to not be biting the last time when I was fishing with Peggy," she mumbled. From where all our legs were dangling off the side, Chrissy stared down at the water with a scowl. "You guys just aren't good at fishing."

Leaning back and propping my hands behind me on the wood, I glanced back to Luke. And while we both found this to be funny, Luke was a man of sympathy and care. Smiling, he hunched down closer to where she sat beside him. "Do you think it would help if you used my pole? We could trade," he said, offering her the fishing pole he was using. Since I was so terrible last time, Chrissy instructed that I let Luke try it this time.

"No thanks. Maybe to make up for how awful you guys are, you can throw some food in the water. Dad does that and it helps them bite the hook."

"Some food? Like pieces of bread?" Luke asked her.

Not a bad idea. If I was a fish, I wouldn't give two shits about any suspicious hooks if it meant chowing down on some luxurious food. "Yeah, they like that stuff."

"I'll go get some bread then," I said, inching back and getting to my feet.

Before I ran up to the house, Luke shot me a smile, his eyes energetic and alive. It only fueled the overly warmness growing in my chest over this moment we were having with Chrissy.

Luke admitted that the reason he started jogging was to avoid seeing me around Chrissy. Considering we were back together and we were open to the future, it wasn't torturous teasing for him anymore. Thank god too. Because I could not get enough of watching him with her. Knowing Luke's hopes for a family, and with the possibility back on the table, I knew he couldn't get enough of watching me with her as well.

Rushing to find some bread, I located some stale buns we could use. When I returned, sat back down next to her, and threw some bread into the water around Chrissy and Luke's lines, all we could do was hope.

"This better work," she said. "Summer is almost gone and I have to go back to school soon and when I do, fishing time will be all over."

That was true – and somewhat scary. How fast time has been flying by. This whole thing started back in June. Now, we were half way through August. Within a few weeks, fishing won't be the only thing that will stop. I wouldn't need to be babysitting Chrissy either when school starts up. I'm surprised, but I could already tell I would miss watching after her.

When it came to her limited time left to fish though, it didn't seem like she needed worry. A few of the dispersed bread pieces would suddenly disappear with the small interruption of the water around it. Luke also saw it, and spoke in a soft voice. "I think it's working," he said, pointing out towards the bread.

From there, we all became very quiet. Waiting. I couldn't help myself, but I was paying more attention to them than the water. The picture was a beautiful one, and one that made my stomach twist in a sweetness I rarely felt. Maybe, in the future, Luke and I could have a family together. Because seeing him with Chrissy... call me a softie, but the smile on my face wouldn't leave.

Eyes trained to my left, I took in the two of them. Staring at the water in wait. Luke could feel my eyes continuously return to him. Shooting me his green caring gaze, he raised an eyebrow, as if he caught me. He searched my face and my unmoving smile, causing him to return it.

"Holy poop!" Chrissy's high voice rang out, snapping our attention to her line. She started reeling with the end of the pole bent from the tight line.

Holy poop was right! I sat up straighter, grinning in excitement. "Bring that sucker in," I cheered, more anxious to see this than I probably should have been. Don't blame me though. This was the first time witnessing a fish being caught.

Luke got to his feet. "You sure you got it? Need help?" he asked sweetly. Bending down, Luke wrapped an arm around her. He pulled her back and up to her feet so she was more stable. Clearly, he was nervous about her perched on the edge of the dock with a fish on the line.

"Thanks," she said, eyes not leaving the line she was reeling in. Then, the surface broke with a splash thanks to the struggling fish on the end. "It's a big one!"

Getting to my feet and standing beside her, I didn't know where to look! Chrissy and Luke being too sweet with her, or the fish! It was a big one too, as Luke agreed.

"It sure is! That's a bass," Luke said, leaning forward and reaching out to grab the remaining line she had left. Holding the line just above where the fish was dangling from the end of it, he glanced back to her with the biggest smile. "You did amazing! Want to feel how heavy this line is?"

With where he stood a few feet away holding the line of the hooked fish, Chrissy nodded with wide eyes. Laughing, I offered my hand. "Here, I'll take the pole."

She handed it to me and moved forward to where Luke stood. When she reached him, he got on his knee beside her. "Now, hold onto the line tight."

Prideful eyes on her catch, she grabbed the line above his fist. When Luke let go, sharing an adoring expression between me and Chrissy, her jaw dropped. "That's the heaviest fish I have ever catched!"

"Want to touch it and take it off the hook?" Luke asked her with a smirk.

"No. But I want to see Peggy do it," she said, looking back over to me.

Peggy do what? Grab the fish? Who the hell is Peggy because it sure isn't me. "You sure? I'm not good at taking fish off the line." Maybe because I never have.

"You can just grab it then and Kyle will take it off the hook."

I laughed. "Oh, so you just want me to get all grossed out and slimy, huh?" Such an awesome kid... pushing me to do crap I don't want to.

"Yes! Kyle, tell her to get her butt over here."

His amused gaze found mine. With his free hand, he gestured me over. "Sorry. Fishing queen's orders."

Smiling and shaking my head, I set the pole down on the dock. Nearing the two schemers, sticking my tongue out and making her laugh, I knelt to Chrissy's level like Luke was. I glanced between them and the fish hanging between us. This would be a first.

Chuckling, I reached towards the dangling fish. It looked so wet and slimy with the bluish green scales... Sighing, I reached out and wrapped both hands around the fish. The... slick and slimy, wet, and awful feeling fish – ick. I did all I could to hold back my disgust, but Luke saw through it.

"Everything okay?"

Glancing up to his smirk, he leaned forward and grabbed the top of the hook towards its mouth. "Everything is swell."

Chrissy laughed. Luke continued trying to maneuver the hook out of its mouth. "Well, at least your pretty," he mumbled.

"Hey!" I laughed.

"Make sure you are holding it tight," he said sweetly, sharing a sweet smile with me.

Smiling and cringing all at once, I tightened my hands around the fish. Maneuvering his fingers with the hook, Luke managed to release it from its mouth. Leaving me awkwardly standing there as the focus of the show, holding the damn thing. "Um, you want to hold it? Maybe give it a kiss?" I asked, hovering it slightly closer to Chrissy.

"No!" she squealed, taking a step back. "Toss it back in the water."

After a weird underhand throw, and them laughing, we collected our things to head back inside. Walking up towards the house, with Chrissy gloating over her prized catch, I was eyeing up Luke. Him... and his fresh and clean shirt. I couldn't help myself.

"You guys will never catch anything like that," she said proudly, her back to us as we neared the house.

"Probably not," I agreed. Walking beside him, I swiftly reached out and wiped my gross fishy hands on his shirt and down his arm over and over. Laughing, he immediately tried jumping away, but it was too late.

"How dare you!" he said, shaking his head with a grin. Only to grab my hand and stick it in my face. God! Talk about perfect and stinky payback. "Smell it."

"Ugh, no!"

"Bunch of immature kids," she mumbled from ahead of us, shaking her head as she opened the sliding door into the house.

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It was a good thing Chrissy caught her fish when she had. Because it wasn't long after we headed inside that Grace showed up. She paid me for the past few weeks then headed home with Chrissy, who bragged to her mother about the amazing fish she caught until they door closed behind them.

With Chrissy gone and it now evening, you may think that means relax time for me. However, after we had dinner, I embarked on the quick project of moving my shit into Luke's room. It was boring, but at the same time, the task created a bubbly sensation within me. While we didn't have a lot of things to begin with, it was an incredible feeling to integrate our things and share a room. As if it validated the impossible reality of us together even more.

He offered to help, but I promised I wouldn't fuck up the room or his order too much. Doing it alone turned out good... because once I started moving my things into his room, I found something I immediately was dying to surprise him with.

It added a pep in my step as I moved back and forth between the bedrooms. I couldn't imagine his reaction when he's see what I have....

My excitement was through the roof the whole time I was moving my things. Thankfully, it didn't take too long. Besides finding a place for a few knick knacks and dragging my bedside table into the room, there wasn't much else to do besides organize everything. Even after merging our clothes, there was still a lot of space in the closet and the dresser.

Now with everything done, it was time for the big moment.

The last thing of mine remaining in the now generic guest room was Luke's coat. I laid it on the bed the second I found it. Now, it was time to put it on and surprise Luke downstairs.

The anticipation was intense. He had no clue I had this. Biting my smiling lip from where I stood facing the bed and the coat, I grabbed it and slipped it around me. Arms sliding into the sleeves, the parted coat I wore felt like home. The smell, faint but still there, was Luke's as well as the size. His heavy wool coat hung down close to my kneecaps; I had to push the wool sleeves up to free my hands. When I did a quick glance in the mirror, I loved how his coat looked on me. Plus, even though it's been a few years, he would know it was his right away. The buttons were silver. The pockets were angled vertically and had two smaller silver buttons against each.

Who would have thought this moment would have ever happened? Not me. Because of how anxious I was to see his reaction, I had to force myself to not prance down the stairs.

Eyes scanning with jittery excitement, I reached the bottom of the steps. The only noise was the faint TV coming from the living room. Not to mention, before I went upstairs, he was on the couch and watching a show. And sure enough, when I turned to the area that opened to the living room, I could see the back of his head.

Slowly inching towards the couch that faced away and to the TV, I had to force myself to shut off my excitement and smile. Nothing better than acting completely normal and nonchalant, right? Oh man, this will be so good.

Walking slowly closer, I stopped where I could see him better over the back of the couch. He was leaning back against the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table. Scratching the back of his head, his eyes were focused on the screen. Lucky for him, he was about to get a better show.

Nonchalantly, I walked around to the side of the couch and stopped just beside the coffee table. Looking down to him with as small and natural of a smile I could. "Hey, I just finished moving all my crap. Worked out good."

When Luke glanced slightly to his left and up to me, his blank expression was completely taken over. His eyes grew as he took in the coat, lips even parting in surprise. He couldn't stop just looking me up and down, taking in the coat.

The expression he gave was enough to pull out the massive smile I hid. And when he just kept staring, his gaze turned suspicious as well as his small smile. "No," he chuckled.

"Yes!" I said down to him.

"What...?" He lips widened into a bigger smile. Sitting up and putting his feet down, he leaned towards me. The incredulous guy grabbed my hand and guided me closer.

Staring down at the surprised man, taking in his half suspicious eyes, I was loving this. I squeezed his hand. "Didn't think you would ever see this again, did you?"

He tilted his head up to meet my eyes and laughed. "Uh, no." He scooted over and pulled me down beside him. Facing me with sweet surprise, he raised an eyebrow. "I never knew what happened to it. Never would have thought you took it."

With a smirk, I shrugged my heavy wool-coat shoulders. "What, you assumed I wasn't still capable of being a thief back then?"

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me against his side. Craning my head up and catching his gaze, he scoffed. "Well, I didn't realize it was gone until months after you left. You see... I was a little preoccupied trying to find the girl of my dreams." With his arm around me, he turned towards me more and laid back. Taking me with him until I was laying over him on the couch. Arm still around me and his coat, his other moved up and cupped my cheek above him.

"You were?" I asked gently, smiling down into his pretty eyes and amazed smile.

"That's right. Little did I think I would find her and she would be the one with my coat," he said, rubbing his thumb against my cheek. "Why?"

"I needed something of you. And when I was down in the shits, I would wrap up in it."

Beautiful eyes searching my face, he shook his head. Hand on my back sliding up, he grasped the top of my back and pulled me down. Enveloping me in a slow and smooth, sweet kiss. His lips gentle and his hold on me loving. It made it impossible not to slide my arms up and cup his cheeks as our mouths slowly moved. The wool sleeves slightly brushed his neck as I ran my fingers against his prickly cheeks.

Breaking slowly away, our eyes opened to each other's. Warm breath brushing against my lips, his words were sent with it. "In that case, I'm glad you stole it." Planting a few more kisses against my lips, his hand on my back moved up into my hair. "You are something else."

"You're not getting it back. It's mine now," I whispered.

"You're mine," he said, offering a flirtatious raised brow up to me. "And if you're mine, the coat is mine."

Dipping my head, I pecked his lips again. "So, you own me now? Sounds kind of like slavery. Hmm. Quite fitting, wouldn't you say... whitey?"

Laughing and rolling his eyes at this growing joke between us, he brushed his fingers through my hair and continued to pour his love to me. Laying there over him and wearing his coat, he continued to speak, caress, and plant kisses, showing me how much this meant to him. That I would take this coat just so I could have a piece of him – and still have it throughout all that's happened.

Commenting how much he loved seeing and feeling me in his coat again, I didn't take it off even as we moved on to watch TV together. He turned us onto our sides along the couch, with me pressing my back against his chest.

Spooning me on the couch, his hand snaked under the coat and he rested his hand against hip, holding me against him. My head rested against the couch with the loose wool fabric around my shoulder also offering a slight cushion. It was so warm and comfy, just laying with him on the couch. His chest homey and welcoming against my back.

But while I was more than relaxed, Luke was the one that crashed out 20 minutes later. Not even 9:30, and softly in my ear behind me, the man begins to snore. It was a long day and obviously, there was nothing more comfortable that cuddling up with the best girlfriend in this whole world.

Looking up and behind my shoulder, I could see his delicate eyes were closed. He rested his head on his bent arm, looking comfortable enough. Of course, I wasn't just going to wake him up. This bitch was ready to party late and I was still happily enjoying the shows, one after another. The later it gets, the more raunchy and fun shows come on. Plus, with where I was sunk back into Luke's chest, his arm around me, I had zero reason to complain. A little bit of snoring can be fixed with a click of a button – the volume button.

It was nice and relaxing. However, my nice and relaxing night was about to take a crazy fucking turn.

By the time it was nearly midnight, my eyes were getting heavier. I was ready to just fall asleep with him on the couch. Nothing wrong with good old fashion laziness to keep you from going upstairs to an actual bed. But just as I was allowing my brain to check out, midnight hit. And with the station I was on, that meant the news. There was nothing that could help you get to sleep faster than the boring ass news.

Then, through the haze of listening to with closed eyes, there were some words that completely snapped me out of any sleepy state.

"Breaking news coming in from across the country. Carter Forbes, the Mississippi mass murderer, was found dead this evening in the small town of Nuberance, South Carolina. The victim of a gruesome stabbing."

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Hey sorry if it was a bit rough. I didn't have much time to edit this one. Let me know what you guys think! Poor Carter....