Escape To Paradise | l.h.

{Wylie}

This place was forbidden to everyone single soul except for me. I found it years ago and have never told anyone about its existence. It's my getaway. My sweet escape from the harsh reality I live in. It brings peace to me in every form possible known to man. That's why I was so nervous to bring Luke to that place. What if he didn't like it? Or didn't think it was as great as I did? To me, it would be like giving him my heart and him stepping on it. Although, it feels like I've already given him half of it.
"Where are we going?" Luke whines slouching his shoulders as he lazily walks beside me.
"Quit asking." I laugh at his impatience. "We'll get there when we get there."
"I just want to know so bad." He sticks out his bottom lip to me and I was tempted to tell him but voted against it.
"Has anyone ever told you patience is a virtue?" I ask with a grin.
"No." He smiles shaking his head. "Where'd you hear it?"
"Church camp when I was little." I sigh. "I never knew what it meant until I got older." I tell him.
"The woods?" He looks at me inquisitively.
"Kinda." I smirk.
He looks at me skeptically before we proceed into the slightly dark brush. It was nearly two in the morning but the moon shines so bright we can easily see where we're going. Luke trips a couple times probably due to having such long legs and being the clumsy guy that he is didn't help at all. Soon, I stop. I call it The Center of Peace. A big open filed lays before us. Logs I had to move on my own lay perfectly in the center. I look at him grinning. He has a look of appreciation etched on his flawless face. I grab his hand slowly walking us to the four logs that formed a circle. A single pine tree was against one of the logs mostly for shade if I ever needed it. I sit down on the soft grass resting my back against a log. I pat the left side urging him to follow my actions. He nods, stretching his legs out in front of him as he gets comfortable.
Okay, why here?" For a second I feel embarrassed, for maybe getting his hopes up of something great but that feeling goes away once his arm lays loosely around my shoulder and he kisses my cheek.
"I call it The Center of Peace. One day I was so pissed of when my mom left. I ran and ran until I found this place." I sigh look out admiring the way the breeze made the trees dance. "It's become like a safe place. When I was overly depressed a while back I used to camp out here for days until I was hungry and I had to go home. This place makes me happy. It brings me absolute peace."
He looks at me as if discovering something amazing for the first time. "This place is beautiful. You're beautiful." He whispers with a crooked smile.
"I haven't been here since before I met you. You give me the same feeling this place gives me." I look away from him feeling my cheeks heat up and I know they're red as can be.
"Really?" He questions as if it weren't obvious.
"Yes." I assure him now looking into his dark blue eyes.
"Can I kiss you?" He softly whispers biting his bottom lip.
"If you help me find and pick up sticks." I tell him.
For ten minutes we scavenge the land and find as many twigs and sticks as we can. We lay them stupidly in a pile inside of the log square because there was enough room. He tops it off with a long stick going up and down in the pile. Once I'm satisfied, I take the roll of paper towel I had brought of of my pack pocket and take out the yellow lighter I also brought.
"That's why you asked the boys from a lighter and paper towels." He chuckles already string back down where he was before.
"Affirmative." I giggle.
I light the roll of paper towels letting it burn just enough until I stick the roll of flame between several sticks. I stay bent over making sure the twigs and old sticks catch on fire from the flames. Seconds later they begin to burn just enough for me to go back and sit next to Luke. He immediately pulls me into his side with his cold arms and sighs contently. I drink him in as much as humanly possible. In this moment I realized how happy I was being with him. How small my problems seemed when I was around him. It was like all my baggage was sealed in a glass bottle floating millions of miles in the ocean far away from me.
He clears his throat. "Can I kiss you now?" He asks.
I sit up straight on my knees and bring one around his outstretched legs. I straddle him like I did one other time in his room. His hands draw patterns on my top thighs through my jeans causing chills to run up my body. Before I lean in I look him deep in the eyes loving the way they've darkened so much in the last few seconds.
"Can I ask you something?" I question softly.
"Anything." He moans softly obviously in the moment.
"What do you like about me?" I frown a little.
This question had been crawling in the back of my mind for days. It has been sitting there rocking back and forth in a chair eating to drip out of my mouth. It wasn't like I thought I was horrific. I know I'm not. It was that I was helpless. I couldn't even protect myself from my own father. Bruises cover my body like leaves in autumn on a front lawn. I wasn't the most appealing to look at now that I think about it. I had bag as bags under my eyes. My eyes were always red and bloodshot from lack of sleep. My hair was always carelessly thrown in a pony tail or tangled down my back. I wasn't the nicest person anymore. I snapped at strangers I've never met before not thinking twice about what came out of my mouth. I hated myself. I just couldn't understand what Luke had seen in me.
"Well." He pauses tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I love your smile. The way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love. The way you blush. How you snore." He chuckles softly causing me to look down with a smile. "Being you makes me happy." He puts his finger under my chin and tilts my head up making me look into his eyes. "There's many more things but it would take ages for me to tell you." He whispers.
"I don't deserve you." I say softly.
"But you see, you deserve nothing but the world and nothing less."
I press my lips against his roughly tasting all of him. His arms pull me closer against him. His heart beats quickly against my chest. My finger interlock with the hair on the back of his neck. His tongue trails eagerly against my teeth and bottom lip. I give him access and our tongues dance hungrily as if keeping up with a fast pace song. We pull away finally connecting out foreheads to one another in our own little world.
Eventually I get off of him. Hesitantly I pull a joint out of an old cigarette pack I've had for a while and pull out the bright yellow lighter that looked kind of orange from the flames blazing in front of us. I didn't know if he would be okay with it but I light it anyway and inhale deeply. He looks at me with a grin.
"Do you smoke all the time?" He questions. I pass the joint to him after hitting it two times.
I watch him hit it while speaking. "Only when I come here. Makes the whole that much better for me."
"I've only smoked twice before." He passes it back to me. "But this beats all those times."
"I'm glad." I smile hitting the joint.
Three joints later, Luke begins doing impressions of Will Ferrell in Anchorman. I thought I'd die from laughing so hard holding my sides doubled over in laughter. I straddle him once again placing my lips on his kissing him roughly. His hands drift under my shirt rubbing the pads of his fingers against my skin. His lips trail down my cheek to my jawline kissing delicately. Soon, they nip and suck at my neck surely leaving love bites all over it. I bite my lip to keep my moans in but fail letting a small one slip from my mouth. His cold hands move to my stomach making their way up. I grab his hands loosely stopping them in there tracks. He understands moving back around my waist. I pull away looking into his hungry dark blue eyes ignoring his growing friend.
"I want to go slow." I tell him softly kissing his cheek.
"Have you ever?" He asks bluntly.
"Once. In the end I got hurt." I sigh laying my head against his chest. He sighs running a hand gently through my hair.
"I'd never hurt you."
"Don't say that." I beg. "In the end we all get hurt somehow. That's how it is. That's life."
"I promise." He whispers kissing the top of my head.

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Double update? I thing YAAAS!
So in all honesty I think luke we totally smoke weed (if he hasn't already) idk I just feel like he'd at least do it once. Sorry if your totally against drugs or think it's completely unattractive. Just thought it went with the nature vibes.
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