Road Trip || Punk Luke Hemmings

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Bright light streaming through the hotel's cutains practically blinded me as I woke up.

I groaned and turned over into an unfamiliar chest. The fire began to spread and I knew it was Luke.

"Morning, Sunshine," he purred in my ear. I sat up quicker than lightning.

"Get away from me. Where's Ashton?"

"I thought we were friends..?" His voice displayed hurt, but I couldn't tell if he was faking it.

"Whatever," I grumbled, trying to get out of the bed. Luke's tattooed arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me back into his chest. He turned me around so I was looking into his mesmerizing blue eyes. I forced my eyes to look at the wall behind him.

"Delilah, I'm sorry. Yesterday, I know you ran off because of what I said. I didn't mean it, I was just angry. Forgive me?" His velvet voice pleaded. I found myself leaning into his touch and gazing into his deep blue eyes.

I fell into his trap. Again.

"Luke, you hurt my feelings.." I took a deep breath and figured that I should tell him the truth. "That time when you came into my room, you seemed so..nice..and then, I thought we were going to..kiss.." I avoided eye contact now, and instead traced his tattoos on his arm.

"Did you want to kiss me?" He asked.

I gazed into his eyes. They were such a pretty shade of blue, I found it hard to lie.

"Yes."

He put his fingers under my chin and leaned in. My heart raced as our eyes fluttered closed.

Our lips connected and I felt the fire spread through my body. I shuddered in pleasure and tangled my fingers in his hair. His hands gripped my hips and he pulled me closer. The fire burned white hot and wanted more.

The irresistable sensation disconnected from my lips to my neck. I supressed a moan and tugged at his hair.

Wait, what was I doing? This was the same guy I was crying over just yesterday.

As hard as it was, I pushed him and the blazing fire away.

"Luke.."

"Hmm?" He hummed, twirling my hair with his long fingers. We panted heavily as I tried to put my thoughts into words.

"I thought you hated me?" I said and it came out as a question.

"No. I could never.." he trailed off. "I actually quite like you." He placed a sweet kiss on my forehead. "I don't blame you if you don't feel the same. I've been horrible to you, Del, and you could never know how sorry I am."

"I..." I trailed off. What if he was just messing with me? No, he sounded genuinely sorry. I continued with my confession, "I like you too, Luke.. and you don't have to be sorry, it's okay, honestly; I'm used to it."

He kissed me again, but pulled away before the fire could spread. "Thank you."

"For what?" I questioned.

"For giving me a chance."