Shattered: Broken Series // Michael Clifford (book 2)

Chapter 13

As I lay in my bed, I slowly become aware of the presence around me. A light snore escapes his mouth, and his grip becomes stronger around my bare stomach, his calloused fingers rubbing against my smooth skin. His fingers move a little lower, but I catch his hand, and turn to face him.

"Morning." Luke smirks, his bare chest pressed against mine, his eyes remaining closed.

"Did we... well you know."

"Mhm." He answers my question, lightly kissing my shoulder. I roll my eyes, and then I glance into his, only to see the familiar lust spread throughout his eyes like scattered stars throughout the night sky. My memory returns to last night, when we both still had those lust eyes. Our bodies seeming to fit together as one, nothing felt awkward. It almost felt beautiful, as if making love was some kind of art, with Luke as the artist, and I was his masterpiece. No mystery that Luke was a master of it, considering countless girls had walked past our doors with hazy hopes. I had to remember to not get attached, because I was nothing more than a friend, with the occasional fuck buddy thrown in as a side occupation.

"I hate you." I say, getting up and throwing on one of his old band tees. He gives me one last smirk before heading into the bathroom.

"LUKE YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE SHIT!"

"IT'S CALLED SEX HAIR SWEETY! YOU CAUSED IT!" His yells echo off the bathroom walls.

"LUKE IT'S CALLED YOU TOSSING AND TURNING TOO MUCH IN YOUR SLEEP!"

"I COULDN'T TOSS AND TURN BECAUSE YOUR FAT ASS WAS TAKING UP THE BED!"

"Excuse me Lucas, we don't bully people in their own household." I say, suddenly sneaking up on him in the bathroom. Luckily Luke is clothed.

"Aw babe you know I don't mean it." He gives me a kiss on the forehead.

"We sound like we're married."

"Ew I'm good. I wouldn't want to be stuck with you daily. I give Michael props."

"Luke!" I say, smacking him with a spare towel strewn on the floor. "OOOH DO IT AGAIN!" He yells.

"I have never seen someone so kinky."

"But what about Michael?" He sneers, but as soon as he realizes that I'm chasing him, Luke begins to run. Before you know it, he slides out onto the hardwood floor, and falls flat on his ass. Laughter explodes from my lips as I stare at the six foot tall boy on the floor, about to cry.

"Nah, Michael ain't as bad as you Hemmings."

"Touche." He surrenders, and I pull his heavy mass up with one of my hands.

We finally settle down and watch some tv on the couch until the doorbell goes off. Me and Luke race to the door, and we open it in sync. Luke of course trips on the rug, bringing me down with him. Michael slowly opens the door and his laugh suddenly fills my ears.

"Am I interrupting something here?"

"Nah we took care of that last night." Luke laughs, pulling me up as Michael and I stare back at him, wide eyed.

"Luke!" I mutter under my breath, smacking his hard chest. Michael almost shakes himself awake, as if he is in a daze of some sort.

"Well okay then! I was gonna ask if Kate wanted to do something?" I nod in agreement, and run to my room to get ready, but not before I hear Luke.

"God I swear everytime you ask her to hang out it's like she's been asked to the prom."

"Hey Luke!" I yell from the bedroom, furious and embarrassed.