We're Not Friends || Shaw

3.

Hannah groaned softly when she heard the alarm going off. She reached her arm out to hit the snooze button. Her head was pounding. She rubbed her temples regretting all the red wine she had the night before.

"Morning," a male voice mumbled and pulled her back in close.

"Morning," she sighed.

"Did you sleep well?" He kissed the back of her shoulder.

"Yeah. Luke, I gotta go," she mumbled.

"Stay a little longer," he tugged her into his chest.

Hannah sighed. It was so so tempting to stay in bed with Luke. In Brazil, she hadn't stayed the night—she left almost immediately. "I gotta get to work. I have a meeting with Edward and Marie about how it's going to look travelling to the States."

"Okay," he mumbled and let her go.

Hannah sat up and swung her legs over the edge of bed with a groan. Her head was pounding. She leaned her head in her hands before searching for her clothes.

"I'll drive you back to get your car."

"Thanks," she mumbled.

"Mhm. Do you want to shower?"

"No I'll do it back at my place but thanks."

"Okay."

Hannah quickly moved through Luke's apartment to finish getting dressed. She pulled her jacket on before grabbing her purse. Luke shuffled out in grey sweatpants hanging low on hips hips while he pulled on a shirt. He looked so good that it sent a pang to her stomach. She was already regretting her words the night before. It'd be nice to wake up to that every morning.

Luke gave her a small smile. He walked over to her and gently rubbed her cheek, "I'm going to miss you."

"It's not like I'm leaving. You'll still see me all the time," she gave a weak smile.

"Not like this," he pulled her closer. His arms flexed comfortably around her waist.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't," she stood on her toes, bringing their faces together.

"I understand," he nodded, "I'm really fucking bummed, but I will respect what you want."

"Thank you," she smiled, "you're a great guy."

The two of them embraced for a few minutes. Hannah leaned up and kissed his cheek. Luke then gently tilted her chin up with his finger and kissed her again. Hannah wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He deepened the kiss and gently backed up to the sofa. He sat down and pulled her into his lap. Hannah moved her hips against his as they kissed which made him groan. 

His hands pulled her closer and ran up and down her back under her shirt. Hannah ran her hands down his chest before fumbling with the hem of his shirt. The two of them broke apart to toss it off to the side. She had one had on the back of his neck, weaving into his hair. Her other hand was on his chest, feeling his heart race under her palm.

In that moment, Hannah was ready to say 'screw it' and miss her meeting. She wanted to stay there with Luke. Something about him was so addictive. He gently started kissing down her neck. She closed her eyes and held on to his shoulders.

"I really gotta go," she said breathlessly, pulling away.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be."

Hannah awkwardly stood up and straightened her shirt and pants. She grabbed her bag again and walked over to the door. Luke picked up his keys and placed a hand on the small of her back. She smiled slightly as they walked to his car. She got into the passenger seat and put her sunglasses on.