Page 92 of Relationship Goals

Abigail

The first partof the week blurs by in a mix of reading revised scripts, strength training and cardio, and random (but fun) meetings with Michelle, who’s intent on cramming everything she knows about soccer and the IFF into my already too-busy brain. Darren’s MIA, busy on the sets of multiple projects, but we still manage to send each other the most unhinged content we can find on the internet.

And then there’s Luke.

Grumpy Luke, who’s harboring one of the sweetest souls I’ve ever seen. Every afternoon when I get home, there’s a new bouquet of flowers waiting.

Daisies on Monday.

Sunflowers and roses on Tuesday, followed by bird-of-paradise and giant glossy green-leafed ferns on Wednesday.

It’s too much, and I make sure to tell him that, but each evening when I arrive home to another unexpected floral arrangement, I’m giddy as hell.

Luke Wolfe, the romantic. Who would’ve guessed?

I smile at the assortment of flowers on the counter as I shovel some eggs in my mouth. Jean’s not mad about the PR we’re getting, our pictures at Saturday’s game splashed across tabloid websites.

It’s always weird to have strangers root for a relationship in mypersonal life, and according to Jean, our new celebrity couple name is Wolfhunt, which, honestly, is pretty cute.

Lukibail doesn’t have the same ring to it.

My phone buzzes, and I scoot it closer to me, sipping on my English breakfast tea, light brown with milk but still hot and steaming. Perfect. Everything feels that way lately, like Luke’s brought me to life, like the stars are finally aligning in my professional life, too.

I must be the luckiest woman in the world.

Luke:Wolfhunt, huh?

Abigail:It’s good, right

I’d sent him the article after Jean forwarded it to me, and it makes me laugh to imagine him waking up to the news of our celebrity couple name.

All we’ve done is two dates in the public eye, and already people are shipping us and naming our potential offspring.

That part’s a bit weird, I must admit.

Luke:Good morning, sunshine

Abigail:Hi ♥

Luke:Are you ready for your desk read?

Abigail:Table read lol and yes

Abigail:I think so

Luke:You’re going to kill it

Abigail:You ready for practice today? Game night tomorrow!

Luke:I’m glad it’s only in Vegas. Traveling gets old. At least it’s not too far

Abigail:How’s your mom?

Luke:She’s hanging in there. Has a treatment today.

My heart sinks for him—it’s become clear over the course of the week that the intensely private Luke Wolfe is also intensely protective of his family.

Which is freaking cute as hell.

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