Imagine [L.H]

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Warning: Possible Lucey feels

Side effects: squealing and the repeating of the word "gOALS"

GoOD FUCKING LUCk ;)

LACEY'S POV:

We finally made it to Luke's room, our mouths connected as light pants escaped both our lips. Luke kicked the door shut with his foot and slowly set me down on his bed, the silk sheets underneath me making me feel at home.

I've missed the crave of his lips on mine, the wanting, the passion of simply wanting more. Having our lips slowly move in sync felt amazing to say the least. The taste of him made me feel grateful that he finally decided to speak up and talk to me after years of empty nothingness.

Luke moved a strand of my hair out of my face and kissed me sweetly before pulling away for a brief moment and looked into my eyes, happiness in his own pale blue ones.

His hands lazily trailed down my sides and stopped at my hips, his fingers going under my shirt and feeling the skin under my shirt. His grazing and soft touch sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine. What could he be sorry about? There's nothing he needs to apologize for.

"For what?" I asked slowly, kissing the side of his lips lightly.

"For hurting you," Luke breathed out, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips before looking down at me again.

"You've never hurt me, though."

"Yes, I have." He frowned, running his index finger over my wrist.

I smiled sadly, "Don't apologize for that, it's fine. I promise."

"You have scars because of me and the least I could do is apologize."

"It's okay," I forced a smile, upset at the fact that he blamed himself for me having scars. Yes, he was the one that made them but it wasn't his fault that I felt his pain also.

He nuzzled his nose against mine, the dark casting shadows on his face that made him look mysterious. "I love you Lacey, never forget that."

I smiled, "I love you too."

Luke nervously bit his lip and looked at me with anxiousness in his eyes. I could tell he wanted to tell me something. He got off of me and sat down on his bed, cross legged, face in his hands.

"What is it?" I asked softly, putting a hand on his knee.

"I-I want to prove to you just how much I love you but I-I'm scared," he said quietly, putting his larger hand over my small one. Goosebumps appeared on my skin at the thought of Luke and I doing that.

"What are you scared of?" I put a finger under his chin, thumb gripping his face lightly and turned him to face me.

"I'm just -- I'm scared I'll mess something up," he motioned between the two of us.

"Don't say that baby," I said softly, thumb brushing Luke's lips.

"I have nothing to compare to and I'm sure you do and I just -- I'm scared you'll leave again," he frowned.

"I would never leave you. Not again," I promised, cupping his face and staring at the ocean colored eyes that gave me life.

"Promise?"

"I promise," I kissed his nose.

Luke silently pulled me onto his lap, hands trailing down my clothed sides as I bit down on my lip. I frowned slightly when I felt his hands shaking.