Friction || Luke Hemmings

Luke- 05

My arm was numb when I woke up, something resting against my forearm and cutting off the blood flow. But I didn't mind as soon as I realized what it was.

She was still asleep, her legs tangled with mine, one hand holding a fistful of my shirt while the other was wrapped around my hip.

I allowed myself to believe, only for a minute, that this is what it would've been like if we hadn't fell apart, if she hadn't insulted me behind my back. And maybe, just maybe, we would be together, and this would be a normal thing. We would wake up together on the weekends, me having to sneak away from my controlling mother or tell her I would be with a friend for the night. We would hold each other all night, only to wake up and refuse to get out of bed for the rest of the day. We would play fight, her laughing hysterically as I tickled her where I knew she was ticklish most, and it would end with her lips on mine.

Even when we were friends I had dreamed of the moment I would finally grow a pair and kiss her, but I never got the chance to. Her lips were so wonderfully full, I'm sure she would be a great kisser. I was half tempted to lean forward and close the distance now, but I wouldn't allow myself to. I couldn't.

We used to be friends, we weren't anymore.I shouldn't worry about her, I shouldn't care what she does, and I sure as hell shouldn't have come here last night. I don't even know why I did.

I had snuck out my bedroom window with intentions to go to Ashton's, where I knew I could get my mind off of her, even if only for a few hours. But before I knew it I was in her driveway and scaling the back of her house, stumbling through her already open window.

I hadn't expected her to be in her room, hoping she would be with her mother and give me time to leave before it was too late, but it was, it was too late. She had walked into her room, setting a bag of ice into her trash before stripping right in front of me. I had half a mind to tell her I was there, but I was transfixed with the way her body moved to rid herself of the over-sized t-shirt. She had changed from earlier, her chest now covered in a bright orange sports bra compared to the nude lace normal bra she had on earlier. She had on the same yoga shorts, and I couldn't help but stare. Her hips curved out in just the right way, her chest big but not too big. She was beautiful.

I shouldn't be thinking this about her. She was the bitch of a best friend, the one who had talked behind my back for who knows how long. Cal, Mikey, and Ash were my friends now, they were the ones who were there for me when I had almost shattered. They were the ones who showed me how to forget for a while, how to de-stress, even if it involved using girls.

I took a deep breath, watching her face for any changes as I pried her hand off my shirt, carefully slipping my arm out from under her head. She stirred a little, her body turning to face away from me, her legs leaving mine, and her ass hanging out of the bottom of her shorts, the sight sending a shockwave straight down my pants.

I shook my head to clear away the thoughts, carefully slipping out of the bed. I cradled Savannah in my arms, heading back to her window as quietly as I could. I turned around as she took in a shaky breath, her body visibly shaking from here. I cursed myself for caring so much as I grabbed a blanket off her floor and carefully placed it over her goosebumps covered body before slipping silently out the window. I held Savannah in one arm as I slipped down the vines covering the back of her house, my feet hit the grounding with a soft thud.

A quick check of my phone told me it was only 5:30 am. Holding Sav in my arms tightly, I jogged the mile and a half back to my house, slipping back in my bedroom window before setting her down on my bed. I slipped into my room at the perfect timing as a light knock came from my door.

"Luke?" I heard my mum's voice carry through the wood, my feet moving towards it to unlock the door and let her in.

"Yeah?"