My first kiss (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter Seven

We got to Luke's house and we went straight up to his room. We were both soaking wet and we sat on the end of his bed.

"Do you have a hair dryer?" I asked. Luke pulled one out of his draw and I just laughed at the fact that he has a hair dryer.

"Why are you laughing?" Luke smiled.

"I was expecting you to go get your mum's hairdryer or something. I can't believe you actually have your own! Haha" I messed up his hair as I laughed that.

"I take care of my hair, sue me." He said passing me the hair dryer.

"Clearly. Is that why it's so messed up right now?" I chuckled.

Luke smirked. "You messed it up you little-"

I cut him off by crashing my lips onto his, he just looked so cute getting aggravated, I couldn't resist.

I took the hair dryer off the bed and put it on to the floor without breaking the kiss.

"Be careful with my baby" he said breaking the kiss looking serious.

"I thought I was your baby" I teased while my hands cupped his perfect face.

"No no no, my hair dryer's my baby, don't feel so special." He started kissing me again.

I played along with his little joke. "What? How could you?" I mumbled against his lips.

"My hairdryer blows me whenever I want, what's not to love?" Luke chuckled.

I tried to laugh but it was hard when we were kissing. I let go of his lips and whispered in his ear "your hair dryer isn't the only one who can do that to you."
Wow where has this confidence come from? I'm usually never be like this.

"Is that an offer?" Luke smiled.

"Maybe" I mumbled and we carried on kissing but more heated now.