Amelia’s POV
“What the hell was that sound?” I asked myself before I turned to look at Luke over my shoulder.
Damn, I didn’t think that this man was going to come into the kitchen this late. I had not only assumed he would be in his room but asleep.
Over my shoulder, I saw him looking down at me all composed, so I wasn’t sure I had heard the sound correctly.
Sighing, I stood up and folded my bra into my shirt again. I was so embarrassed that I was sure my face must be burning so much right now.
“Huh, I should go to my room now,” I said again, and then I started to pick up my bag from the counter again, but Luke’s voice stopped me.
“You shouldn’t come into the kitchen like this anymore. You should never walk around the house this scantily dressed anymore.” He said.
What in the wo
