- Luke's POV -
Holy shit. He kissed me. He's gay. He's really gay.
We kissed for a solid thirty five minutes. It felt like forever. It was perfect.
He stopped..
"What is it?.." Shit, he's regretting it.
"I never thought there was a chance in hell you were gay. I'm so glad I was wrong." He smiled. He looked almost as happy as I was. I love him.
He stayed the night that night, and we ditched school the next day.
"Your mother won't be mad?" My mom would murder me if she was here.
He laughed.
"Mum doesn't care."
He pulled me into a kiss. He kissed my cheek and then my nose. Then he walked downstairs and into my kitchen. I followed.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he was getting into my cabinets.
"Looking for a pan, where are they? I'm going to make you an omelet."
I giggled. I could feel my face burning up.
"Above the sink to the left."
He pulled me a long kiss and went over to the cabinets with mom's pans.
