CHAPTER EIGHT

I twitch my eyes in confusion. My ears must have heard wrongly. I unfold my arms at once.

"Are you joking?"

"No Alicia. I am not. Research studies have shown that women are excellent experts in depicting various mood swings, even better than men, especially when they are on their period."

It takes everything in me not to scream out the next sentence.

"You are unbelievable Luke."

He shrugs. "I have heard that compliment a lot."

He tilts back his head, drumming his fingers on the table.

"You are the perfect muse for this project. You are beautiful, and you switch emotions so fast like a cheetah."

"I don't." I blurt out.

"Yes you do. Remember Miss Oregon's Literature presentation class last term?"

My hands fall limp at my sides. I sigh. I know where this conversation is heading to.

"I hope you are not trying to taunt me because I cried during the presentation class."

Luke giggles. I swear the sound is so lovely.

"No Alicia. I am not trying to taunt you. If you can clearly remember all t