Vanessa's POV
After Luke and I hung up, I got in the shower to wash up. Then I slipped on my bra and underwear. I tried to find something to wear. I bit my index finger and walked over to my closet to get my ripped, dark washed, skinny jeans. I got one of my oversized t-shirts that fell off the shoulder on.

I quickly blow dried my hair . I didn't need to curl it since its naturally that way. I applied my usual subtle make up. Mascara, a little foundation, and did a simple cat eye.

I heard the doorbell ring out. I ran downstairs and opened it to find Luke standing there hands in his pockets but when he saw me, his face lit up.

His arms went around me immediately and I hugged him back. His hugs were tight but not too tight where they crushed the life out of me. His arms were strong and I just melted against him to smell the woodsy cologne.

He was the first to break the hug, even though I didn't want it to stop. "So what do you want to do on this day of freedom?" He asked me and I smiled.

"I don't know," I honestly didn't and I was so bored.

"Okay, I think I know what we could do." He said after thinking. "Get your shoes. We're getting breakfast first." He said and I giggled. He's always hungry.

I slipped on my black vans that were by the door. "Ready." I said. Then he took my hand and led me out the house.

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