“Now what do you need those for? Those just spell trouble,” I hear behind me, making me roll my eyes as I zip up my duffle bag. “Who knows? I m...ght just go have some fun with Jeremy’s girlfriend tomorrow night while you all go get shitfaced drunk.” I gasp as I feel his arms snake around my stomach, his icy cold fingers just barely slide under my shirt to brush my narrow hip bones. My eyes close as I let my head fall back to rest on his hard shoulder, “Luke, what are you doing? You’re going to. It was about 2 years since I last talked to him and a old girlfriend said he lives alone had a harsh few years since high school started, which I remember one of the conversations when we did chat, his dad died, jobs were not accepting him to what he wanted to do. Then a girlfriend he was with for two months was abusive, controlling, cheating and when he finally managed to break up with her, he had bad whiplash from her clique to where police had to get involved and arrests were made. They were. ”I can’t really explain why but this creeps me out. The first time I thought she meant it as in “my mother doesn’t like when I bring boys home, so let’s be discreet”, but over time I noticed she really does say it in a weird way. It’s not a request or even an order; when she says it there’s always something in her voice, some sort of danger.Like a threat.But it doesn't have to be weird, right? Like, maybe she means it as “my mother will kill you if she sees that I have a boyfriend” or “my. I feel the urge to spoil my sister. Except for a few days a couple years ago...” his voice trailed off gathering his thoughts. “She and I haven’t spent many Christmases together.” He paused. “For quite a while.”Wonder where he’s been? Short hair, good shape. People don’t just wander in here so someone had to invite him. My guess, it was Matt or Harrison so bets are he’s military or former. Can’t I just meet some guys who aren’t military? Oh right, I did once, and look how that turned out. And.