My Book Boyfriend #26 - Luke Henry

My Book Boyfriend is hosted by the awesome blogger Missie at The Unread Reader.   What is My Book Boyfriend you might ask.  Well it is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and some quotes from him that make you swoon.  If you are interested in participating please check out Missie blog The Unread Reader.

This week pick is:

Luke Henry from Forgotten by Cat Patrick
  

I have wanted to read Forgotten since seeing Missie's book boyfriend post on Luke.  And she was not wrong  when she described how sweet he is.  Luke plans romantic dates and doesn't give up on a girl who forgets him every day.  He is a little quirky as he likes to paint ears and always wears his brown converse sneakers but he has beautiful blue eyes and one dimple smile. 

I see the smile first.  There is an unmistakable sweetness peeking through the teasing.  My armour begins to crumble before I've made my way up to the eyes; what's left of it melts away at the sight of them.  Sparkling pale cornflower blue with darker flecks, surrounded by eyelashes any girl would envy.
Looking at me.
Right at me.
Even more than his mouth, his eyes are smiling.

And then he moves closer.
I hold my breath, considering that Luke might kiss me right here in the middle of the commons.  Just as I'm deciding whether or not I can kiss with an audience, Luke, staring intently into my eyes, raises  a hand towards me face.  Slowly, softly, he rubs his thumb along my jawbone.  I'm hypnotised by the most perfect kind of touch.  Oddly, it feels even more intimate than a kiss.

"Is your mom here?" Luke asks, in a tone both soft and strong.  Feeling weak, I tighten the grip on my torso for support.
"No, she went..."
Before I can finish my sentence, Luke is up the entry way step kissing me.
Hard.
His palms are on either side of my face, and the few feet that were between us have shrunk to inches.  One inch, maybe.
I drop my arms in surrender, then slowly wind them around this boy before me, tight and then tighter still.  Luke kicks shut the front door behind him, lips still locked on mine, and we kiss each other like one of us is dying.
"I can't stay away from you," he whispers when he finally takes a break to breathe.  He's staring directly into my eyes with his forehead pressed against mine, and his hands are still holding tight to my face, as if to keep me there and ensure that I look at him right back.
To ensure that I see him.  And, boy, do I.

What do you think of Luke?

Thanks to Missie for hosting this meme.