Chapter 33: Suspicions from A Childhood Friend

[Juliette’s POV]

For almost a minute, we gave each other the hug of a long lost friend. As soon as we pulled apart, as always, Luke ruffled the top of my head like the older sibling.

He is six years older than me, so I understand the attitude. And, as far as I could recall, ruffling my head has been his favourite move.

Since little, I’ve noticed that with others, Luke is more reserved with his gestures of affection. So the ruffling made me feel special—until I started having a crush on him. From then on, every time his hand reaches over to the top of my head, I’d cast a look of irritation, or move my head out of his hand’s way to avoid it altogether.

Despite my persistent protests, he never grows out of it, as though I’ll always be the sister that he wanted.

Now, having not seen him for a month, which has never happened before, I let him ruffle to his heart’s content. Giggling until he stopped, I looked up at him, beaming like a little girl, as he gently smoothened the strands