"Versace that was really good." Ashton said to me as we were cleaning up the dishes.
"Thanks Ashton" I said.
"You can call me Ash." he smiled.
"Ash" I said under my breath.
"Hey Versace!" Luke called from the living room.
"What?" I said.
I started walking into the living room and plopped down next to Luke on the couch.
"Thanks for cooking." He said, smiling at me.
I just smiled.
He looked into my eyes and before I knew it, we were pulling closer and closer until, Bam! We were kissing.
I smiled into the kiss.
His hands found their way down my back and rested on my hips.
His tongue begged for entrance, again.
I wouldn't let it.
I pulled away.
"I don't do French." I smirked.
He pouted and cuddled up to me.
He put his lips to my neck and grazed them across.
His lip ring tickled.
"Stop!" I giggled.
That only made it worse.
He added hands to my waist.
Then he started to tickle me.
"Luke!" I squealed.
He pulled away.
Then he pushed me down onto the couch.
I was underneath his giant body.
"Luke." I whispered.
"I win." he said, then dipped down his head and kissed me more.
This kiss was amazing.
It was filled with power, love, passion, and a hint of need.
I bit into his lip ring.
His breath hitched.
My hands had a mind of their own and felt their way down to his hips.
He let out a small moan, then I pulled away.
"I win." I smiled.
He got off of me and laid out on the couch.
"Come cuddle with me." he said.
"Noo." I whined.
He gave me the pouty lip and a fell into his trap.
"Where are the blankets." I huffed.
"Right here." he said, pushing a basket towards me.
I pulled out a blanked and curled into Luke.
"Lucas." I mumbled.
"Hmm." he whispered.
"Nothing babe." I said.
"I'm tired." I said after a period of awkward silence.
"Me too." he said.
Luke had managed to tangle his fingers into my long blonde hair.
I yawned.
I heard a soft "goodnight" before I drifted off to sleep.
But what I didn't hear was, "I think I might love you."
Me too Lucas.
Me too.
That was the day I fell in love with Luke Hemmings.
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FanfictionI looked into his mesmerizing icy ocean blue eyes "Your eyes. They're beautiful. They look like milk chocolate." He said. Flirting was obvious. He wasn't very good. "And I could jump right into your eyes. They look like an icy blue ocean." I smiled...
