The fresh and hot breeze brushed slighty at your exposed skin as you laid motionless on the queen size bed of Luke's trailer. Your boyfriend was out on his motorcycle at the carnival, or out with Robin. The homeless-looking guy that had become his friend, and gave him the job as a mechanic too in his garage.

Luke never told you where he went. Not because he didn't want you to know, but because it wasn't necessary. No matter what, he always came back home safely. At least. But for the past days he had brought home bills so thick that they didn't even stick in his pockets, and you were surprised.

Suspectiously surprised.

You turned around on the tangled bed sheets, stained faintly at your feet, probably by beer and cigarette burns. You heard the sound of an engine outside, then it shut down, and the sound of keys twisting and footsteps were closer each second.

The door opened, and that familiar silhouette walked in, shoes off beside the small kitchenette rug. Luke's t-shirt hit the wooden floor, and the matress sink beneath you as you felt his lips touch your neck.

"Hey baby.." He whispered, wall aware you were awake, always waiting. Calloused fingertips against your hip.