heavy dirty soul| muke

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quatorze
(this is like a continuation of ch 13)

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well shit

Michael cleared his throat, eyeing the blonde for a few seconds before speaking up. He saw the hope in Luke's eyes, but he didn't want any complications. It's just plain sex.

"Uh- listen Luke, I don't want any engagements with anyone right now." Luke's heart fell to his stomach, he never got rejected by anyone.

"Oh." The blonde's voice was soft, almost feeling like it was forced out of this throat.

Michael averted his eyes, checking the time on his phone, he sat up causing Luke sit up from his chest. Michael started getting dressed, needing to go back to his hotel room with his band.

Luke stared at the faux blonde, retraining himself from saying anything more or less. He just slumped back down on the misplaced pillows, pulling the sheets closers to his cold body.

Michael spared Luke one last glance before exiting the apartment, for good.

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Luke was crouched by the coffee table, staring at the TV blankly. He grabbed his phone from his side, scrolling through his timeline, stumbling upon a vine of Michael. (I'll link it on my wall)

Luke waited for it to load, a sigh escaped his chapped lips. He flinched a little at the sudden loud sound coming from his phone, quickly restarting the vine. The blonde's eyes went wide, almost rolling out of their place.

His heart beated at a fast rate, watching the way Michael's lips pressed against the mic giving Luke such dirty thoughts running through his head.

Luke groaned, locking his phone, he buried his face in his knees mentally cursing himself.

"I feel so attacked right now." He mumbled, gripping the hem of his sweater tightly. He was gonna make Michael Clifford pay for making the princess sad.

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the next chapter is so spicy im a bad person