65. Luther
Luther
My fingers tighten around the steering wheel.
I might be having that heart attack now.
Or maybe it’s just Kendra’s nearness.
Maybe it’s just the scent of her.
I swallow.
My hands ache to touch her.
But we’re almost home.
And I won’t touch her until she’s under my roof.
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