SCARLET
When we arrived at the apartment, I jumped straight to my bed. Katherine seemed to understand that I wasn’t in the mood, so she asked Nate to go home. I lay on my bed and buried my face in the pillows.
I wasn’t a crybaby, but I’d cried a lot before, whenever I missed Mom when I was forced to marry Raoul or the other heartbreaks in the past. I let out my emotions moderately, but it was never like this. Hearing Luke’s name alone could make me cry.
I was in too deep. I kept remembering the night I was in his arms, his body, his scent, and the warmth of his skin against mine. It was only one night, and I had already missed him. I doubted I would ever meet another man who would make me feel the same. Katherine came back to my door an hour later. I was reading Luke’s messages from bac
