Tattoo ➳ l.h | ON HOLD

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Chapter 3

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• Luke's POV •

I hand the burnet girl with hazel brown eyes my number. Her face turn in amusement and I just smirk. I turn around and leave whilst she stands there holding the pice of paper in her small hand.

Jenna was her name and fuck, the way her shirt clung to her upper half made my pants become a little bit tight. Her brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun and away from her face.

I can't help but fantasize about how she would look with her lips wrapped around me and if she could do wonders with her hands. I wonder what's it like to be buried deep inside of her as she moans my name into the bed sheets. Fuck, I need to stop.

"You alright there Lukey?" Michael smirks. I hate when he calls me that.

"Luke and yes." I roll my eyes and move past him. "Well the bulging in your pants says other wise." Fuck.

"Shut up." I flick him off and he just laughs.

"So Jenna huh?" Where was he going with this? "What about her?" I look over my shoulder to see Michael with a shit eating grin.

"Hot isn't she?"

"Yeah I guess." I shrug my shoulders.

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Three days has past and still no text from Jenna, I honestly thought she would text me the first day.

Shit, why am I so eager for her to text me?

"You alright?" Ashton ask, breaking me from my train of thought. "Yeah." I run my fingers through my blonde hair.

I should of just asked for her number instead.

I don't normally act this way because of a girl, all I ever did was flirt and use them for a good fuck. But Jenna has my mind swirling with her when I haven't even had a taste of her yet.

"Do you have Jenna's number?" I blurt out. Ashton looks up from his phone with an eyebrow raised. Did I really just say that out loud?

"Uh yeah, ya need it?"

"Erm yeah." I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. Ashton scrolls through his phone and tells me Jenna's number, I thank him before heading upstairs to my apartment that is attached to the shop.

Should I text her now or just wait until she texts me? Fuck it.

Luke: Made up your mind yet princess?

I press send and wait for a reply.

Jenna: How did you get my number?

She replies minutes later.

Luke: Ashton and you didn't answer my question

Jenna: To answer your question no, I'm still scared as shit to get it

Luke: Don't worry bby I'll be right here to hold your hand

Jenna: Ew no you have cooties

Luke: You won't be saying that when I have you screaming my name ;-)

Jenna: You cheeky bastard, what makes you think I'll be sleeping with you?

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• Jenna's POV •

I couldn't help but laugh as I read his text. He was so cheeky.

Luke: You'll see princess, you'll see

Princess, no one has ever called me that. It was foreign for me but I have a feeling it's not going to be after meeting Luke.

The past three days I couldn't help but think about him, how his eyes were so blue and his deep dimples. I can't seem to get him out of my mind.

"So what about this dress?" Destiny's voice snap me back into reality. "Yeah, I like that one." I glance at the magazine. Destiny was having me locked in my own apartment, whilst making me looking through wedding magazines with her.

"You say that about every dress I've shown you." She groans. "Sorry, I'll try to be more helpful." I lock my phone and place it on the coffee table, away from my line of vision.

"Good because planning a wedding isn't fucking easy." Destiny rubs her temples, her eyebrows are knitted together and her eyes are tightly shut. She looks worn out.

"You look tired, go take a nap and we can plan again when you wake up, yeah?" I suggest and stand on my feet. Destiny nods and doesn't protest as she head towards my room.

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Wow the ending is shit, sorry.

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