„oh, baby,“ Luke cooed teasingly as his fingers curled around your hair to tug your head back „you're just a little distracted, hm?“

and by the gods were you distracted.

being an observant person, Luke had noticed right away how your eyes wouldn't really meet his own at swords training today. your movements were sluggish and your head obviously some place else. you were staring at his hands, and Luke just really liked to tease you about it.

poor you, Luke thought smugly, ― you're just so obsessed with the thick veins trailing up your boyfriends arms.

and it was awfully endearing…