Stolen

Chapter 15

KATE'S P.O.V

I sat on the rim of my trunk, cleaning and reloading guns stored in a secret compartment in the back.

The front door closed, my eyes glanced to it, Luke walking down the stairs.

I hadn't spoken to him. As a matter I tried to avoid him. It couldn't ever work, not with his fans the way they are.

He stood next to me.
"You're up early."
"Mh.."
I kept my eyes plastered down on the gun.
"You know.. You were screaming in your sleep last night. You okay?" He asked.
"Fine.."

Dean called me again, this was the 4th time.
I declined again, like I'd done to the 3 others.
"I'm.. Not ready to speak to him yet."

There was silence, before he broke it.
"Kate.. Last night.."
"Can we not talk about this right now?..."
"No. I need to get this off my chest."

I stopped and looked up at him.
"Fire away then."
"Over these days I've developed feelings for you.. Last night... I enjoyed being with you. I enjoy being with you.. Simple as that. And I want there to be more of it and-"
"You've known me for 3 days Luke. You barely know anything- no. You don't know anything about me. It couldn't work. I don't stay in one place.. You've got work to do too.. And some vicious fans when you have a girlfriend...
I enjoy being with you aswell. But.. It won't work.. And I see no point in trying to make it."

He looked down and gave a nod.
I felt awful.

I turned and put the gun back in its spot, feeling a hand on my waist.

I spun, Luke's lips crashing onto mine.
I kissed back, feeling out of control of myself in the moment.

He pulled away softly and rested his forehead against mine.
"I'll change your mind one day."