One of the Boys | 5sos | Hemmings

Chapter Eleven

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Luke and I walk back to my car holding hands. He tried to convince me to let him carry me again, but I refused. I wanted to be able to slyly look at him to see if I could read his emotions.

He keeps grinning to himself, so I feel pretty good about things.

When we get back to my car I turn around to ask him for my keys, which he had in his pocket. As soon as I turn, he presses me against my car. I moan feeling the weight of his body against mine. He seems to like that because he continues to kiss my lips hungrily, both hands in my hair.

I wrap my arms around him, trying to pull him tighter to me. I can feel that he's hard against me and I moan again. Luke pulls away from my lips with a groan and started kissing my neck. I'm completely breathless.

He knew he found my sweet spot when I arch my back, pushing our chests closer together and digging my nails into his back. He kept sucking there until I'm a panting mess. I know I'll have a mark there tomorrow, but I can't be bothered to stop.

Eventually, I decide it's his turn and I push him away. He looks down at me with confusion and concern until I turn us around so he's pressed against the car. He smirks lazily. Then I press my hips against his. His smirk disappears and he moans and bites his lip. I kiss his neck, running my hands up and down his chest.

A minute or two, I pull away. His hand immediately goes to his neck, where I knew he could feel the start of a hickey. I just wink at him and repeat the words he had said to me a week before, "Turnabout is fair play, babe."

I hear him laugh as we got in the car.

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I start getting on the road back to Luke's house, when I feel his hand on my thigh. I look over at him questioningly.

"I don't want to go back yet," he says quietly.

I smile at him and nod. I pass the turn I would have made to go back to his place and turn the volume of the car radio up. "She's a Rebel" by Green Day plays at full volume. It's one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands, so I start singing along loudly. The light in front of us turns red and I come to a stop, peeking over at Luke. He was looking at me with a smile playing across his lips. He leans over and kisses me. A car honks behind us, informing us the light has changed to green.

I smile and accelerate. When I start to sing along again, I hear Luke's voice chime in. God, he has such a great voice.

We end up at the beach on the opposite side of town from our homes. My hair is wild around me from riding with the windows down, and Luke's quiff is completely wrecked. I always thought he looked hot with his hair flat too, so I'm not complaining. I turn the headlights off, but keep the radio playing.

Luke grabs my hand and starts playing with my fingers, so small in comparison to his. I smile, bob my head blissfully to the music.

I must have closed my eyes for a minute, because I snap back to consciousness to see Luke's door close. He walks around the front of the car and opens my door.

"No sleeping!" he says insistently.

He takes the keys out of the ignition and then, despite my protests, picks me up in his arms and walks me to the beach. I'm giggling and squealing, trying to escape, but his arms are too strong. Then I see we're heading right to the water and I redouble my efforts to get away.