Differences

Chapter 42 - Alaina and Luke

New Chapter!!! 🌷🌸🪻

Warning: childhood trauma is explored within this chapter. Please take of yourselves and read what feels safe for you.

Hi guys, hope you guys are all well. Sorry for not updating for a little while, three weeks into uni and I'm already drowning in assignments and exams. Please wish me luck hahahaha. 🤪

Anyways, this chapter is a little long, not as long as the previous one but I do recommend reading it when you have on your hands. Also this chapter may be slightly be on the slow side of things but I promise things are going to start getting a little wild, a little dark, and a little sad in the upcoming chapters. (If you've seen the tiktok vids, you might know what to expect soon😉)

Oh again, in this chapter the POVs alternates between the two so just be careful of that.

As always, I hope you enjoy your reading time!!!😘💗

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🌔 𝒜𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶

I wake up with strong arms around my waist and neck, my legs tangled with his. The feeling warm and comfortable. And just . . . perfect.

A little after our blasts, I remember being in such a comfortable bliss that I could no longer keep my eyes open. I wasn't sure how long I had slept for, but it wasn't long till Luke woke me up to take a shower. Together.

I didn't resist. Even in my blurry haze, I was keen to be close and stay close with him. And it was the longest shower I've ever had, and the only shower I just practically stood there doing almost nothing. He took care of me, massaged me, washed me, cleaned me.

For the first time in my life, I felt beautiful. Truly beautiful. Only he was capable of making me feel this way.

Drying each other off, opting to not bother with any appropriate clothing, we tore off the sheets, and placed fresh ones on, leaving the used ones somewhere on the floor among the clothes that were flung across and throughout the room. But I couldn't care less.

Sleep took over us once more, or at least it did for me, and I snuggled into his embrace. The warmth, comfort and his distinct woody scent enveloping me like a sturdy armour protecting me from the outside. With my head to his chest, I listened to his strong, steady heartbeat and drifted off and found myself waking up to the same, soothing, constant beat as the early morning sun rays' stream through the cracks of his black curtains.

Peeling my head off his chest, I take a peak up at his face. His eyes weren't even open to bewitch me and yet this side of him, a little defenceless, a little vulnerable, with his expression rested and peaceful still had immense power over me.

I twirl his hair in my fingers. I didn't understand myself why I enjoyed doing it, but I did. It was a lot softer than I'd imagined, and it was at the perfect length for fingers to loop around over and over again. I shift my finger from his hair to his forehead to stroke it before his hand shots up grabbing my hand.

His eyes open, the color of them icy cold. Distant. Impassive. Even the green in his eyes seemed to harshly lighten in color. His expression was no longer peaceful but hard and piercing. His soft gentle touch, replaced by the act of crushing my fingers in his.

"Luke?", I stutter, completely confused. I should be afraid. My brain understood that this wasn't normal, I could get hurt. But every other part of me knew that even in this state, he would never harm me.

A beat passes by.

"Alaina?", he asks confusion taking over. His voice deep and throaty.

"Y-yeah?"