My One Night Stand// l.h

Luke

"I wish I smoked or something." I murmured as Camilla stirred the pot of rice. She wrinkled her nose at me.

"Why?" She asked.

"It would take the edge off. Or at least, that's what I've heard it does." I replied as my leg continued to shake up and down nervously. Camilla rolled her eyes at me. Just two hours ago, I had left my apartment with Michael to come help her with dinner. Except I wasn't much help because  I sucked at most things that involved food making and I didn't know what any of the things she was asking for were.

"You'll be fine." Camilla said touching my shoulder lightly. I shrugged but didn't argue with her.

"I'm going to say or do something stupid." I murmured.

"You won't." Camilla said with a smile. "And I can help you with the relaxation thing if you want." I glanced down at her as she turned off the flame in the stove.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"There's a reason I asked you to be here two hours early." She said, untying her apron and pushing back her hair.

"You want to have sex before you brother gets here?" I asked, almost horrified. Camillia rolled her eyes.

"Yes. Come on, it's not like he'll know."

"Camilla!" I exclaimed, getting flustered. She started laughing.

"You're red in the face Luke Hemmings. Come on, you know you want too, number one and number two you can't resist me."

"I don't know I might be able to." I replied as she started taking off her jacket. Camilla laughed and didn't reply as she started unbuttoning my flannel. "You're insane." I told her.

"I just know what I want." Camilla replied with a shrug. "Now we have exactly an hour to fuck and make ourselves look presentable."

"Think that's enough time?" I asked her. She smirked.

"We're going to make it enough time." She replied dragging me toward her bed.

An hour later Camilla and I were dressed, presentable and ready to go with dinner. The bed was made and the windows were open, letting in the night air. The only thing that was missing, her brother.

"He's late." She muttered. Glancing at her watch. I grinned and grabbed her hand, stroking her knuckles.

"It's fine." I told her. She was right, I wasn't nervous anymore but it seemed like she was. "He's not late." But he was. He was nearly thirty minutes late now. It reminded me of Michael. He was always late to everything. Even his own surprise birthday parties. Camilla sighed and shook her head.

"I hate when he's late." She muttered. I opened my mouth to reply but the doorbell rang sharply several times. She straightened up on the couch. "That must be him." She said, standing up and rushing to the door, letting go of my hand. My stomach lurched. I was nervous again.

Standing up slowly, I made my way to the kitchen to grab a beer before I went to go meet him. As I was uncapping it, I hear her open the door and they greeted each other. My fingers twitched as I took a swig.

"Hey sis, where's the punk ass boyfriend?" I paused. That voice. Why did I recognize it?

"He's right.. Luke?" Camilla called out but I was already freaking out because I knew who was out there. I knew who her brother was and I was dead meat. I walked out of the kitchen just as he said,

"He's hiding isn't he? That little.." He caught sight of me. "Luke?" He demanded.

"Michael." I replied plainly. Camilla looked back and forth between us confused.