𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎? | luke hughes

seven

halle

THE NEXT MORNING i wake up to the sound of luke and ethan whispering. my eyes flutter open and i see luke sitting on the edge of his bed and ethan leaning against the doorway. luke didn't have a shirt on, which gave me the perfect view of his muscular back and shoulders. he's so gorgeous.

ethan notices i'm awake and turns his attention to me, sending a half smile my way. only my eyes are visible, my nose down was covered by blankets. i raise an eyebrow in response, wondering what they were talking about.

"well i'll see you guys later," ethan pulls luke in for a bro hug, patting his back. "luca and i are going to the gym. everyone else is still asleep besides us and you guys." ethan informs us, then he throws one of the pillows that made its way on luke's bedroom floor at me. i catch it and attempt to throw it back, but he's out the door before it leaves my hands.

luke gets up from his spot at the end of the bed and makes his way next to me, sitting down half way under the covers and leaning against the headboard. i move to his side and he wraps an arm around my waist.

"morning beautiful," he mumbles as he places a kiss on my temple. "how did you sleep?"

i lean my head on his shoulder and sigh. "pretty good. what time is it?"

"it's only 9am."

we sit in silence for a few minutes while i try to remember the events that occurred last night. the last thing i remember is taking shots with avery in the kitchen. while i was thinking i traced small patterns on luke's chest. finally i break the silence.

"did anything happen last night?" i chew on my lip, nervous that luke and i possibly did something that i couldn't remember. he could see the nervous look on my face.

"no," he replies, easing my nerves. "i just helped you change, take your makeup off, and brush your teeth." he runs his fingers through my hair.

"oh," i sit thinking for a few seconds. "did i say anything stupid?" i tend to say embarrassing things when i'm drunk, and luke knows it.

he laughs quietly. "you wanted me to kiss you, but i told you if i was going to kiss you again i wanted to do it when we were sober."

i nod my head in agreement, starting to remember more of last night. "anything else?"

"i told you that if you still wanted to kiss me in the morning when you were sober, then you could." he replies in almost a whisper. i look up to see him already looking down at me. his pretty eyes roaming my face and landing on my lips. oh fuck it.

i lean in and connect our lips, the lips i haven't kissed in three years. he cradles my jaw in his hands. the kiss is gentle, unlike most of the ones we shared in high school. i feel butterflies in my stomach. i wrap my arms around his neck and tug on the curls at the base of his neck.

"hey guys i-WOAH!" dylan walks into luke's bedroom, interrupting our kiss, making us pull away and groan in annoyance. i turn to look at him and see his hands over his ears and his eyes closed.

"duker what could you possibly want at 9 in the morning?" luke asked, annoyance laced in his voice. i flick his shoulder and glare at him.

"be nice." i mouth to the boy next to me. dylan opens one eye slowly, and when he notices we stopped he opens his other and removes his hands from his ears.