I cant be with him. and I know that. It wouldnt be fair to Michael. But sitting in the dark, his arms wrapped around my sobbing body after an eventful visit to Ashton's, He feels the most like home since Michael.
No, no. I can't.
He strokes my hair as I take a ragged breath.
"I'm not stupid, Nina." He whispers.
"What?"
"I know full well we cant happen. It wouldn't be fair to Michael. But we need each other a lot more than we think. Especially now. I'm not asking you to be mine, just be here."
"Luke..."
It happens before I can stop myself. My lips crash into his and his tongue sneaks its way into my mouth. His touch is warm and soft and inviting almost like having Michael at the other end of the kiss. Things are getting heated, and frankly I dont want to stop. I need to feel...something. Anything besides the gnawing and persistent feeling of absolute loneliness and anger that has been chasing me for the past 2 weeks. He pushes me down to the bed, lacing his fingers with mine. I feel him growing against my thigh, and before i know it he's thrusting into me with force I didn't even know he was capable of. And I fucking love it..
I'm sorry Mikey. I'm so sorry..
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I wake up in a tangle of bare limbs and blankets. Luke sleeps soundly next to me, his bare chest rising and falling slowly. I look on the blankets and see my bracelet , the half moon disconnected from the rest of it.
