Dedication: @5sosHalsey & @Kaitlin1234567891
Thank you for your support angels! :)
KATARINA'S POV
"I'll be right back," I say to Luke as he sits down on the couch
"Where are you going?" he asks, turning the t.v. on, keeping his eyes glued to the screen
"I'm going to change" I respond, looking at him.
The colours depicted on t.v. were painting his face. His blue eyes looked even brighter when the white light shone on him
"When? After you stop staring at me?" he asks, changing the channel for the thirtieth time
"I wasn't staring" I splutter, embarrassed that I had been caught yet again
"Yeah right, the same way I wasn't checking you out all night" he responded laughing, before looking at me. His smile vanished and he gave me a look that I couldn't quite decipher... "I was being sarcastic in case you didn't know" he grunts, before looking back at the t.v.
"Are you sure about that?" I reply, moving in front of him, to block his view.
"Yup" he responds, craning his neck to the side to see the t.v.
"Uh huh" I laugh, before walking away.
I walk upstairs and take the dress off for the second time tonight. I contemplate putting the satin slip back on but think better of it. I didn't need another round of Luke's insults about my choice of attire. Instead, I decide to put on my striped pyjamas. I walked back downstairs and sat on the couch opposite Luke.
He snorted.
"What?" I ask
"Nothing". He says, biting down on his lip ring.
"Spit it out Luke", I roll my eyes, mentally preparing myself for his insults
"Did you borrow your pj's from your grandma or something?" he blurt before falling into a fit of laughter.
"Really?" I ask, my eyebrow raised in annoyance
"I couldn't resist", Luke looks at me and looks back to the t.v. finally settling on the channel that shows reruns of How I Met Your Mother.
"I'm going to bed. Good night Luke" I say, getting up walking past him.
"Hey, it was a joke" he says softly, catching my wrist, and then letting it go.
"Why do you always hate what I wear?" I ask him
"I don't"
"Oh please!" I laugh, "You always have something negative to say about what I'm wearing, whether I get dressed up or not, it's never good enough!" I shout
"You get dressed up for me?" he questions
"What? No"
"That's exactly what you just said"
"No, that's not what I meant -" I say before he cuts me off
"I'm flattered Katarina, but you know what I'd prefer you wearing?"
"What?" I ask "I would love to know what you think is fitting for me to wear Mr. Hemmings"
"Are you sure you want to know?" he gets up from the couch and shoots me a devilish grin
"Yes", I finally answer.
"Well...I'd prefer if you wore nothing at all Katarina"
I can't help the gasp that escapes my lips. My breathing hitched.
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