My blood ran cold, freezing in my veins. Luke's aunt walked in.
She stood stock still, mouth open, blue eyes wide with shock. 'Um, Aunt Lucy,' said Luke shakily. 'I'd like you to meet my boyfriend Will.'
'Hello, chickie. You two get dressed then. I'll finish off the eggs.' she said calmly.
We ran upstairs.
'Is she always so... chilled?'
'No. She's a bloody maniac.' Luke shook his head, bewildered. 'I dunno where all the tolerance came from.' He sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist.. I breathed in his musky, woody scent.
'We need to get dressed.' He whispered and nibbled my ear. I shivered.