Chapter 59. Prove It

Julie

After minutes of struggling, Luke finally gets the old record player going, and the first notes of a tune spill into the room. I sit up on the bed, propping my chin in my hand as I watch him. There’s something so endearing in the way he messes with the dials, muttering little curses under his breath until the music flows right.

“I can’t believe this thing works,” he says.

I laugh, letting the warmth of his presence seep into me. “Just like old wine. Gets better with age.”

He turns to me, his eyes glinting with that mischievous look he’s so good at. “Then I must be in trouble. Because you’re like wine. If you get better each year, I might actually die of drunkenness.”

“Is that so?” I tilt my head, trying to hide my smile.

“Absolutely,” he says, offering his hand. “Come on. Dance with me.”

Without a second thought, I spring off the bed and into his arms, feeling his arm wrap around me as we start to sway to the music. It