"Annabelle, knock it off. I hate when you get so fucking moody." Luke snapped, glaring at her. He raked his fingers through his dark hair and began to unbutton his shirt. "I feel like shit today. I need you," He continued, walking over to her couch and sprawling back on it. He reached down to lower his zipper and then reached out his hands to her. "Come here." He said. .....