Punky Badass and a Goody Two-Shoes

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(Luke POV)

Fuck, I want to kiss her so bad... Fuck it, I'm going for it. I set the papers on the floor beside my feet and scoot closer to her. For a second, she tenses up and looks uncomfortable. But then she relaxes and shifts her papers on her lap. I took the papers from her and set them on the floor, shifting closer to her again. I cupped her cheek and tentatively, carefully, pressed my lips to hers. At first, it was as if she didn't know what to do, but then her senses kicked in and she leaned into the kiss, moving her mouth around on mine.

"Shit, Violet," I muttered when we broke apart. She blushed and avoided my eyes. I cupped her cheek again and smiled at her. The way the light from the window was coming in, she looked damn near perfect.

"Sorry," she whispered. "Also, you can call me Vi, if you want to."

"You didn't do anything wrong. Please don't apologize. That kiss was fucking amazing," I told her. She blushed again as I pulled her closer.

"You portray this bad-boy demeanor at school. Why?" she asked, her fingertips pushing back a lock of stray hair that had fallen in my face. I shrugged, still holding her close to my chest.

"I dunno. I just don't have much to say and people find that intimidating," I replied. I really didn't try to be the badass everyone painted me to be. I was just...Luke.

"Well, I like the softer, sweet side of you," she whispered, her lips mere centimeters from mine as she smiled slyly. Her lips pressed hard against mine, her hands tugging on my hair as she shifted her body so she was straddling me. I couldn't help but groan.

"Sorry, should I not do that?" she asked timidly, pulling back.

"That was a groan of pleasure, baby," I whispered, pulling her face back to meet mine.