chapter nineteen ⭐

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Hands have a truthful language she longs to hear.

Luke pulled Eleanor's body into his as they walked, in sync, down the hall, his arm wrapped around her shoulder

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Luke pulled Eleanor's body into his as they walked, in sync, down the hall, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"I'll just grab some things and then I'll be over?" Eleanor smiled, unlocking her door, still in disbelief he had asked her to stay the night.

Luke took a few more steps towards his, nodding at her in response, before turning suddenly, "Oh and El , bring your swimming things, I'll get the hot tub warmed up" he tried not to smirk, but with the vivid pictures already painted in his mind, he couldn't not, his head was already filled with unholy, nerve twitching scenes.

Eleanor bit her lip, "sure" she smiled shyly, her stomach performing somersaults at the preposition.

Rummaging through her drawer, she mentally thanked herself for her decisions to shave that morning.

Expelling a sigh, Eleanor was stuck between her two favorite bikinis.

After what seemed like forever, she finally decided on her favorite set. Eleanor laced it around her body, tying it flush to her skin. Over the top, she wore her denim shorts, a cami top and an oversized white shirt.

With a quick spritz of her favorite body spray, she chucked her white pajama set to sleep in, her make up removing pads, toothbrush and hairbrush into her bag.

Eleanor's phone pinged, the screen lighting up. It was a text from the blonde next door, a smile twisting her lips up.

Left the door open El 💙

Eleanor smiled at the text, but it wasn't the shortened nickname that caught her eye, even though she had become very fond of it, it was the use of the blue heart emoji. It caused her cheeks to turn pink and her stomach to flutter.

Eleanor wasn't quite sure exactly what to expect from tonight. She wasn't even sure how she felt about the whole thing between them, but that didn't matter, because her body did.

Her body knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed and that was him.

Letting herself into Luke's apartment, she was met with a short hallway, much like her own. But only a few lights were visible on the mostly empty wall, unlike her art gallery of an entrance way.

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