The Violet Hour (The Violet Hour Series) by Andrea L Wells

lips.  I mentally recorded his every subtle movement so I could remember this moment forever.  I watched him close his eyes as he moved slowly, closer to me.  He was so close; I could feel his cool breath tingle the surface of my lips.
    “Oh!” I gasped as my phone started ringing. 
    I jerked the phone out of my sweatshirt pocket to see who was calling.  It was Lindsey.  Annoyed, I looked up at Luke while the phone continued to ring.  By the look on his face, he was as disappointed as I was that cell phones even existed that at very moment.
    “Let me just answer this to tell her I’ll call her back later,” I said, putting the phone to my ear.
    He nodded.
    “Hello?”
    “Hey Logan, its Linds.  I saw you called earlier.  How’s everything going?”
    I paused to absorb her words and the twinge of suspicion I’d been ignoring returned in full force.  She said so little that meant so much.
    “I called you earlier?  No, I called Brody earlier,” I stated regretfully.  I had yet to mention Brody to Luke.
    “Ugh, your name is on my caller ID from a few hours ago.  Sorry I didn’t call you back right away, but I had a really long night last night,” she divulged. 
    This pause was longer than the last.
    “What were you doing when I called?”
    “What?”
    “What were you doing when I called?” I asked again, raising the level of my voice.
    “I was probably in the shower.  That’s literally all I’ve done since I woke up.  Why?” she insisted.  I let her wait for my response.
    “Why was Brody over at your house when I called?”
    I waited.  Waited for her to say something that made sense.
    “Logan?” Lindsey whispered into the phone.  She must have realized I knew something, but didn’t know exactly how much.
    “Logan?  Logan are you still there?  Shit.  Logan, answer me!”  Her voice grew louder and panicked.
    “Logan?  Logan, it’s not what you think…I can explain.”
    I dropped the phone at the same time the tears fell from my eyes toward the floor.  Luke was immediately pressing his body against me again and his arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders.  I couldn’t breathe, but Luke wasn’t the reason for my lack of oxygen this time.  I could still hear the faint sound of Lindsey’s voice on the phone somewhere below me.  Luke kept me tucked closely to him as he reached down to pick up my phone.  Lindsey was still there.  Her voice was closer to me again as he fidgeted with the phone, trying to hang up.  When he couldn’t figure it out, he pulled me off of him slightly and showed me the phone.  I touched the screen ending both the conversation and my relationships.
    I leaned back into Luke and let his warmth shower over my body.  His mouth was buried in my hair.  I could feel his steady breath and focused on the rhythm of his breathing, shutting everything else out.  My phone started ringing again and I began to sob.  I was so overwhelmed with my life falling apart; I hadn’t questioned why Brody answered her phone earlier.  I hadn’t wanted to face losing another person I cared about who loved me.  I clinched onto Luke’s shirt, and thought about all the times they acted too close toward each other, rehashing all the signals I’d been ignoring.
    Everything became clear in that moment as the past two years together with Brody flashed before my eyes.  It dawned on me that Brody didn’t even seem upset that I was moving twelve-hundred miles away for an entire year.  And Lindsey had even thrown me a going away party at her own house as if to celebrate my departure the night before I left.  The same party Brody stayed at after I left to go home.  I stopped crying.  It was over.
    “Sorry,” I mumbled breathlessly into Luke’s chest as I wiped my eyes, my fingers covered in mascara.
    “Why are you sorry?” he whispered into my hair.  His mouth was right next to my ear; close enough I could feel his breath lightly hitting my face when he