Luke’s POV
"We're here." I said as I shook Amelia awake. She had slept through the drive from the house here to Uncle Greg’s house, and I wondered if it had anything to do with how early she woke up to leave the house every day and how late she came back, just to avoid me or because she was really busy.
She moaned in her sleep and turned towards the window she but didn't wake up.
"Holy crap..." I muttered the cuss word under my breath as my gaze fell to the neckline of her dress where the top had shifted to reveal her cleavage a little.
Just why did my eyes have to go there for goodness sake?
The creamy skin shone under the small light in the car, and I suddenly felt jealous of the seatbelt that was strapped across her chest right now.
Goodness, I wish that I was her…
Oh damn!
