Immortal Protector [l.r.h] (A.U.)

Eight

Shortly after Luke and I had entered the cozy cabin, we had went into his room when we said a quick hello to the others and said we went out on an outing. I was now standing at the end of Luke's bed, his phone sitting in his hands as he scrolled through something on it. Meanwhile, I was here deciding on what pajamas I should wear to bed. I know it's pathetic, but it's so hard to choose.

     I have so many pajamas and they're all so cute!

     "Hey, Lukey?" I asked him, trying to draw his attention away from his phone, but I got a quick glance as he hummed in response. "What should I wear for pajamas?"

     "What are the choices, honeybunch?" he replied, his eyes averting to me very quickly then back to his phone, his thumbs furiously typing over the tiny keyboard of his iPhone 6S+.

     "Well," I began, walking over to my suitcase, pulling out a couple of options, "it's either the white nightgown with branches and tiny cardinals, or it's this blue top that has a red rose on it with black short-shorts."

     "Wait, did you just say short-shorts?" My head turned towards his figure, quietly snorting when I saw that his attention was completely me on, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping a little. His phone fell out of his hand, slamming down on his chest, making him wince a little.

     I smirked, a chuckle coming out of my mouth. I knew I had him wrapped around my finger. "Yes, I did say short-shorts, Lucas," I said, giving him a wink. I held up the options, trying so hard to keep the leggings folded. I didn't really have any short-shorts and I only said I did to grab his attention. I thought it would backfire, but I was wrong. "So, nightgown or shirt and shorts?"

     His hand grabbed his phone, taking it off his chest and setting it down beside him on the bed, his other hand coming up to his faint scruff as he stared at the second option. "Shirts and shorts please, damn it," he said, a low growl lingering on the last two words.

     A mental chuckle sounded through my head, a small smirk appearing on my face as it did. "Okay, I'll just go and change into my pajamas," I said innocently, softly skipping out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.

     I peeled my wet swimsuit off my body, hanging it on a hook in the shower and bathtub. I quickly went to the bathroom, flushing afterward. I slipped my legs into a pair of black Victoria's Secret underwear, putting on my leggings after. My shirt went over my head, my arms going through the appropriate holes.

     I ran my hand through my hair as I entered Luke's room, making a beeline to my suitcase, crouching down and rummaging through it, trying to find my hairbrush, toothbrush, paste, and hair-tie. As I did so, I heard a quiet, "You little fucker," behind me, making me furrow my eyebrows and turn my head toward the sound. I found Luke staring at me, his baby-blues now a dark blue, his burning gaze etching itself into my skin.

     "What?" I asked, grabbing my three necessities, zipping my case shut, standing up a few seconds afterward. I clasped my hands behind my back, turning side to side just a little bit.

     His eyes directed down to my legs, his voice becoming hoarse as he spoke. "You were lying about the short-shorts, weren't you?"

     My head bowed down, my eyes meeting my leggings-covered legs. I looked back up at him, a sad look on his face, his lips formed into a pout. I giggled at him as I answered his question. "Yeah, I actually don't have any short-shorts," I said, biting down on my bottom lip a little. "Sorry."

     "It's fine, but your ass looks good in any garment that involves your lower body, especially leggings." I felt my cheeks heat up at his words, hearing him softly chuckle at me.