The room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. Luke sits comfortably on the couch in your apartment.
His eyes are fixed on the small television in the corner, but his attention is far from the black-and-white images flickering on the screen. Instead, it's focused on you nestled in his arms. Luke's gaze softens as he tightens his grip, almost as if he's afraid you might slip away.
He tightens his hold on you, as if trying to hold onto the moment forever. Yet, a lingering tension taints the air. Luke can't help but be drawn to the edge, to the open road that calls to him like a siren. It's a conflict that he grapples with, torn between the love he feels and the irresistible pull of the highway.
Luke knows this is something you think about a lot too, and he tries his best to show you that he won't leave, not for anything. He squeezes you a little tighter, as if trying to bridge the growing gap between you.
"I'm trying, babe," he murmurs, his lips pressed against the top of your head.
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