The Ghost of You [COMPLETED]

Hell

"I'm not going to kiss you." He whispered. You didn't feel any less tense.

"Why?" You found yourself saying, and he smirked.

"Because...I decided something."

"What's that?"

"That I was going to wait." He explained, his hand finally leaving your ribs and coming to rest on the bed. "Until you make your decision, until we get home, whatever comes first."

"Oh. Right." You said.

"Don't sound so upset." He laughed, and you slapped his chest. He caught your hand, holding it to his skin, and licked his bottom lip. "I'm not saying I don't want to." He continued, leaning his head down a little until his nose grazed yours. "I'm not saying that at all. I'm just saying that...the ball is in your court. Whatever you want Luka, I'll wait."

He slowly moved his mouth to your cheek, kissed it, then rolled off of you. Blinking up at the ceiling, your brain swam with conflicting thoughts. Thoughts where you wished he had kissed you, and thoughts that were screaming for you to run out of the room.

He got off the bed, hesitantly, like he was expecting you to call him back, but you never did. You just watched him walk back over to the couch, lie down on it, and pull the covers over himself.

You were still frozen on the bed. Staring at the ceiling. Your body was thrumming in..something. Anticipation? Dissatisfaction? Adrenaline? It felt like you were gearing up for something, as though you were seconds away from calling his name, and just spending one night getting all this sexual tension out of your system.

You wondered if you could leave it at one night.

It was an atrocious thing to even be thinking about while neither of you were single, but when he was on top of you, touching the parts of your body that he hadn't touched in three years, all of the limitations seemed to fall away. All you could think about was how it felt to touch him, how his mouth used to feel on you. How much it felt like you needed him again.

You found yourself wondering if he still did all the same things he used to do back then. He's probably done new things with Maggie. The thought made your stomach twist in jealousy, which you were quick to shake off.

You finally moved, turning over in the bed, and tried your hardest to fall asleep.

You'd almost forgotten about your mental slip into yours and Brad's sex life until the morning, when you were both getting ready for the day. You and Team B were going to the high street for some shopping, and the band were going to the venue, getting everything set up for soundchecks and the gig tonight.

He was struggling with his hair.

"It just won't sit right!" He groaned as he stared in the mirror. You laughed from beside him where you were swiping some mascara on your eyelashes. You put your mascara down.

"Come here." You said, guiding his shoulders so that he turned to face you, and you started running your fingers through his hair. "This is what happens when you sleep on a couch."

"Well I couldn't exactly sleep in the bed cos it was occupied." He teased as you started arranging his curls.

"You could have asked."

"No, I couldn't. Because I doubt I would have gotten any sleep if I did."

Your eyes moved away from his hair to his eyes, seeing that he was staring back at you with an expression that you were already familiar with. The expression that he always had before you...

"That wouldn't have happened." You said quietly, returning your focus to his hair. He stepped forward the tiniest bit, but it was noticeable.

"I know. But we would have both been up all night thinking that it might." He whispered back. You clenched your teeth to stop you from responding. The truth is, your sleep was already broken up last night, for that exact reason. Thinking about what ifs, debating in your head what the right thing to do was.