Bad Boy Hemmings ➸ Sequel

13.

"Sorry, but the only person who isn't sharing a room with someone is Luke, so it looks like you're gonna have to share with him..." Michael scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he explained this, glancing at Luke momentarily before training his eyes on mine.

For a moment I thought Luke was opening his mouth to protest, but when he didn't, I let out a sigh of relief, the truth is, I want to get close to him again even if he doesn't. "That's fine by me, as long as she doesn't bite."

Michael chuckled. "She doesn't bite, but she's got mean cuddling skills."

I snorted. "I'm about as mean as a baby deer."

"I'll keep that in mind the next time I need you to squish a spider that's in my room." Michael joked.

"Fuck you, I'm going to bed."

I made my way out of the elegant room and into the hallway. Everything looked so expensive, and well, breakable.

"Wait up, I have the key." Luke called down the hallay. I raised an eyebrow as he let out a huff of air and unlocked the door.

"Thanks." I whispered as I collected a stray hair in my hand and tucked it behind my ear before hesitantly walking into the room.

Just like old times, he had many hair products scattered along one of the tables and cloths strewn across the room.

"Aye, I never said I wasn't a 'little messy." Luke nervously said, his accent thick from embarrassment.

"You're fine." I told him before making my way to the bed and shoving my suit case under one side of it. "I'm gonna head into the shower then take a nap is that okay with you?"

"That's fine, I'm just gonna take a nap anyways." He shrugged before kicking off his shoes and flopping down on the bed.

My heart clenched at the sight of his curled up in the covers, having no idea how painful this is for me to just be in the same room as him.

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The white fluffy towel ran through my brown locks, creating a slight poof on top of my head as I walked out of the bathroom. A t shirt was sloppily covering my torso, and a pare of shorts on my upper thighs.

Luke laid on the bed, propped up on a pillow as he scrolled through something on his phone. The tip of his tongue poked out and his eyebrows were furrowed together as he typed something. "I could use one of your mean cuddles right now."

"You sure it won't be awkward?" I asked. He gave me a confused look so I continued, breaking my heart further in the process. "You don't know anything about me, I'm just a random girl to you."

Luke Hemming's P.O.V.

You're not just a random girl! I wanted to scream, but have Nevaeh a tight smile. "Just come cuddle, you random hobo." I joked.

She rolled her eyes, but threw the towel to the floor and crawled onto the bed. My arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to me, my sticky skin sticking to hers. My mind wandered by to my 'flashback' and blood rushed to my cheeks.

"You're really comfortable." Nevaeh mumbled, resting her chin on my chest.

"I guess. You smell good too." I mumbled, letting my eyes close.