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“positive.” luka said with a nod. he was sure he wouldn’t mind spending the night with grace. she was good company and she made him feel good about himself and just in general. it was nice to have so much positivity around him when he was with her. when her cool fingers stroked his cheek he found himself almost leaning into the touch. “yes, i-i’ve been having a good summer so far so…” he paused. “yes…i - yeah i know i planned on telling him…a man was very rough w-with me and didn’t respect my wishes for him to - to stop.” luka explained softly. “but it’s…okay i’m alright now.” or at least he thought so. “a trip? where to?”
“Well..we just may have to arrange that one evening, yes? Or perhaps for even a few evenings. Would you care to spend a week with me sometime, Luka? I would be very delighted and honored to rent you, should you wish” Grace smiled, her eyes growing soft when Luka leaned into her touch. She had found herself growing quite fond of the male in the short time that they had known each other, and couldn’t help but feel protective of him. “Oh..I see..” Grace murmured, her brows drawing together. That was not an usual story, as unfortunately not all patrons knew how to conduct themselves in a civilized manner. “I am very sorry darling. Please though, do tell Keith so that he knows who to watch out for” She requested, then smiled brightly. “Oh, New York! We do love going back home a few times a year. I have a shop there actually, as well as in Paris, London, Milan, and Tokyo. Did I ever tell you about that?”
“yeah i do plan on telling him..don’t worry, miss.” luka assures. it was just a matter of where and when he planned on telling keith since he was avoiding the other and the business like the plague currently. “no you haven’t but i would love to listen. might take my mind off of something’s.” he mumbled. smiling softly thinking about how the two would have traveled the world together. unfortunately luka was stuck in one place his whole life until the island. even now he still felt trapped.















