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2.1

"I'm not sure that this was legal," I muttered under my breath, pulling my shirt back on and getting to my feet. I could feel Luke's eyes on me as I dusted the sand off my legs.

"What wasn't?" Luke asked, a smirk on his lips as he leaned back with his elbows in the sand to look up at me. "Being on a private beach or having sex on it?"

"Both," I rolled my eyes, kicking sand onto his bare torso, to which he chuckled at. "Can we go now? We only came on this beach to avoid the main road, not to have sex. I don't want to take a chance and stay here any longer and be found."

"Mel, if anyone were to find us, they definitely would have by now. You weren't exactly quiet..."

"Oh, I wasn't quiet?" I raised my eyebrows at him, my cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh, hello, kettle? This is Luke. You're black."

Luke looked at me blankly, his eyebrows pulled together. "Is that from Friends?"

"Luke, that's not the point," I groaned, rolling my eyes as Luke just shrugged.

"What does that even mean though?" Luke asked, getting up on one knee as he looked for his shirt. "Calling the kettle black?"

"It means you're a hypocrite," I explained exasperatedly. "You see, pots and pans used to - "

"Melanie, no offense, but I don't care about tupperware and what they used to be," Luke cut me off and crawled away, still looking for his shirt. "Jesus, where did you throw my shirt?"

"Jesus didn't throw your shirt anywhere," I mumbled, folding my arms across my chest. "And pots and pan aren't tupperware."

"Okay, fine," Luke stopped mometarily and spoke with mock kindness. "Where did you throw my shirt?"

"In the water hopefully," I said with a shrug and Luke sighed.

"Hey, don't be upset with me because you were the loud one," Luke chuckled, holding up his hands.

"I was not loud, hypocrite!" I blushed harder and stepped forward to push Luke over.

"Hey, calm down!" Luke laughed as I shoved at him and he lost his balance, falling back onto the sand. At the last second, Luke's long fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling me down onto him.

"Ugh, you idiot," I grumbled, holding myself up as if I was doing a push up over Luke, my hands placed on either side of his head and my hair falling around us like a curtain.

"Is this what it's like to be on the bottom?" Luke asked cheekily, looking up at me with those blue eyes, alight with a mischievous spark. "We should try this next time."

"Luke!" I gaped at him, my face surely red now. After more than a month of his dirty humor and thousands of innuendos, he still could still get me all flustered.

"Just saying," he grinned, placing his hand on the small of my back to prevent me from getting up as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. My breath caught in my throat as Luke's thumb brushed my cheek, shivers rolling up and down my spine. "Cold?"

"Um, yeah," I said thickly, swallowing the lump in my throat. What was that? It was brief, but my body felt like it was on lockdown, not responding to my command as I froze like a statue over Luke, who still looked up at me with those blue eyes. It wasn't the first time Luke had made me freeze up, but it had always been out of intimidation. I hadn't felt that way in weeks. "It's late. We were only supposed to be on a quick run...Michael's probably wondering where we are..."

My voice died out as Luke shook his head, his hand slipping from my ear to the back of my head. I let out a small exhale. This was something I was used to, kissing Luke. I could do that. Gladly.