eighteen » l.h

10.

Credits to the author of After for this scene

Estelle's POV.

"Nope, you're not wearing that." He says with a stern voice.

"Why not?" I sass back.

"You're too young to be wearing that type of clothing."

"Luke why do you care about the clothing I wear?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I don't want any boys looking at my baby girl in a sexual manner."

"They're not-"

He glares at me and runs his fingers through his sort of now flat hair.

"Ok maybe they are. Maybe they'll try something. I don't know. But what I do know for sure is that I have a boyfriend and I'm going to be loyal to him." I say each words with anger.

"A boyfriend?" He says, a weird look on his face.

"Yes. Why? Are you surprised?" I lie.

"I just- forget it. Now just put on some jeans or something. That skirt is way too short for my liking." He says and grabs the car keys, opening and shutting the front door after he steps out.

I huff and run up the stairs, my black pencil skirt rising up. It's only mid-thigh. I have no idea what's the big deal about it.

I grab a pair of dark washed jeans and a black crop top. I pull down my pencil skirt and pull the white tanktop over my head along with my bra and panties.

"For fucks sake Estelle how long does it take to get changed?!"

The door is swung open, revealing an angry Luke.

I quickly bend down and pick up the article of clothing on the floor to cover myself. Him seeing me naked is the last thing I want right now.

His eyes are wide, almost out of their sockets.

He stands by the door for a few seconds before striding over to me and places his hands on each side of my cheeks, looking into my eyes. 

"Luke don't." I whisper, looking at his lips and then his eyes.

"I've missed the way your lips perfectly mold into mine. I miss the way they move in sync with mine. I miss the way they taste. I just miss you." He says.

"That was only a one time thing, okay?" I say.

"I don't want it to be a one time thing." he shakes his head.

"But you said-" I'm cut off by his lips. These lips are what I've been missing. These lips are what sends chills up and down my spine. These lips are what makes me tremble. These lips, are no better than any other lips.

He takes my hands which hold the clothes and throws them aimlessly, not breaking the kiss. His hands go to the small of my back and pulls me to him, closing the space that was between us.

I wrap my hands around his neck and tilt my head to the side in order to move my lips easier.

His hands slowly lower themselves to my butt, giving it a squeeze which causes me to let out a gasp. He inserts his tongue inside my mouth, exploring it.

I've truly missed this.

He guides my hands from his neck to his hair and I tug at it, making him to let out a throaty groan.

He spins me around and places his hand on my stomach, my behind pressed against his front, feeling his hard on.

"This is what you do to me." He says while nibbling on my ear.