He flung it through the window.
“Luke!”
The glass shattered, raining down on us. He muttered a curse, but clutched me quickly. Pulling me forward, he wrapped his arms around me and shielded me with his back. It was over as fast as it started. Luke let me go, but kept his hands on my arms as I stepped out from his hold. He asked, “You okay?” His eyes roamed all over me as he checked for himself.
I nodded, feeling for blood, but it didn’t feel like I’d been cut anywhere. With a shaky nod, I said, “Yeah, I’m good.” Then I looked up at the window. The hole was big enough to reach an arm through, but we’d still have to clear more of an opening, which meant more glass had to be broken. “I don’t know, Luke. I think we should just go.”
“Nah.” He flashed me a grin, one of those rakish ones that always had my insides tingling. He added, “A quick look. Come on, Bri. We’re so close. We’ll be gone before any cops get here. I just want to see what it looks like inside.”
Inside a real studio. I heard the plea in his tone and swallowed my argument. I couldn’t blame him either. People made music in there. Music that launched careers and changed lives—all inside those sound booths. “Okay.” I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face now. “Just really quick. We can’t get caught, though. You know my mom will ground my ass.”
Luke laughed; the carefree sound of it made that tingle go into hyper drive, along with my heart rate. As he cleared out more of the glass and reached inside to unlock the window, I stepped back to admire him. Tall. Trim. His face had such fierce determination now, but when he turned that concentration on me, I sighed inwardly, knowing I couldn’t ever help myself when it came to him.
When the window was opened, he turned, his hands finding my hips. He hoisted me up, murmuring into my ear, “This is what dreams are made of, Bri. One day, it’ll be us. I promise. Trust me.”