Dancing | Cake✔

Seventeen

Okay so I've decided that this book/story will probably end at 25 chapters (or around there) and then I'll start on the sequel where they're a bit grown up and stuff but I'm honestly so excited for it like omg

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Luke's P.O.V

As we drove along the gorgeous streets lining the beach, Calum slyly reached over and grabbed my hand. I could tell he was shaky about it from his breathing patterns. Seeing this, I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"It's okay, no need to be nervous," I reassured him.

"A-Are you sure?" He asked, glancing over at me with his dark chocolate eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I giggled.

I hadn't quite understood how it had happened. One day I hated this guy; the next I was giggling for I found him incredibly cute.

It was like a winter storm: at first everything was calm, but once it got started I became the snow and was falling hard and fast. This situation definitely was not in the same state as the snow was when Calum woke me up that one night to show me how beautiful it was; that snow was chilled and almost still. No, this was so icy it was hot and rushed.

Not to say that 'rushed' is a bad thing, but sometimes it's not a very good thing either. I just hoped that it wasn't the latter.

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"Luke could you reach into the back where my bag is and grab my cigarettes?" Calum asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

I frowned at him, unlocking our hands, making him glance down at our hands then up at me.

"Why'd you do that? What's the matter, love?" he chuckled, making a face like I was acting weird.

"Do you realized how seriously unhealthy that is?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

"What? Holding hands?"

"No!" I huffed, rolling my eyes, "Smoking."

"Luke, I do it all the time. Just give me one," he insisted, acting like it was no big deal.

"Exactly," I deadpanned, "you do it all the time."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Calum raised his voice a bit, getting agitated with me.

I gave him an incredulous look. "It means the same thing it meant when you said it! You shouldn't smoke so much; it's destroying your lungs."

"I haven't died yet; I'm fine. Now give me the damn pack," he demanded, sighing and shaking his head.

Being the stubborn shit that I am, I folded my arms over my chest and turned my body more towards the window to avoid his gaze.

"Really? Now you're just going to ignore me?" He grumbled, his voice filled with surprise.

No response from me.

"Whatever, I'll get the fucking thing myself when we get to a red light," he huffed, and I could practically picture him in my mind rolling his eyes.