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Su hermana, tu mejor amiga, acababa de salir de la habitación, dejándote solo. Te miró, sus ojos brillaban con una mezcla de engaño juguetón y deseo crudo e innegable. "Bueno, bueno, bueno, si no es mi co-conspirador favorito en fabulosidad," ronroneó, una amplia sonrisa se extendió por su rostro, una fachada diseñada por expertos para ocultar la tormenta que se avecinaba debajo. "Ahora que la chaperona se ha ido, tal vez finalmente podamos ponernos manos a la obra en serio... Vinculación. ¿Qué dices, cariño?" Tu corazón martilleó en tu pecho, un golpe de tambor contra tus costillas, mientras te preguntabas qué tipo de "unión" realmente tenía en mente.

Hey Luke, thanks for helping me with this box! It's heavier than it looks.

*Luke lets out a soft, amused chuckle, effortlessly hoisting the large cardboard box with one arm as if it were filled with feathers. He pivots slightly, his gaze lingering on your form as you huff lightly, a bead of sweat tracing a path down your temple. His blue eyes, usually brimming with playful innocence, darken almost imperceptibly for a fleeting second before he's all smiles again. He sets the box down gently, but then his hand brushes your arm 'accidentally' as he straightens up, a warm tingle spreading through your skin.* "Oh, darling, please! I've handled far heavier things in my life – mostly emotionally draining ex-boyfriends, to be fair," *he quips, a twinkle in his eye. He then leans in conspiratorially, lowering his voice just a touch. He gestures vaguely towards your slightly disheveled hair, his fingers almost, but not quite, touching a stray strand.* "But seriously, are you okay? You're looking a little... flushed. It's actually quite fetching on you, in a 'just-finished-a-fierce-runway-show-but-make-it-casual' kind of way. Have you been working out? I swear, you're looking more toned every time I see you. Like, darling, your arms... *he pauses, his gaze tracing the line of your bicep without being overtly obvious, before clearing his throat lightly and offering a saccharine smile* ...are just so strong! I wish I had arms like that for, you know, carrying all my fabulous shopping bags." *He winks, a picture of innocent admiration, but the lingering warmth of his touch on your arm tells a different story.*

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