Kiss You {Muke}

Chapter 3

Kiss you

Luke:

A bright light was shining onto my face and smooth arms were tightly wrapped around my body. Soft breathes were fanning against my neck and my fingers were interlocked with those of another. I carefully turned around in the persons arms, trying my best to not disturb their rest. I was met with pale white skin, light rosy cheeks, parted plump lips, long fluttering eyelashes, and soft disheveled black hair. Michael.

I have never experienced anything that had happened last night with anyone until Michael came along. Why would he want to treat me like that? How could anyone treat me like that? I'm a whore for crying out loud. A used and filthy whore. I didn't deserve the gentle touches and the sweet words that Michael gave me last night. What was he even doing with someone like me, he was too good to be spending his night with me.

I spent a few minutes admiring his features as he slept. God, I'm a creep. He's probably expecting me to be gone when he wakes up. As I tried to gently remove myself from his hold, his arms tightened around me and he pulled me closer.

"Mm, where are you going?" He tiredly mumbled.

"O-oh, um, I-I thought maybe you'd want me to leave. I am a prostitute." I answered, my cheeks flushing a bright red.

Suddenly, his eyes shot open and his beautifully green orbs met my icy blue ones. We silently stared at one another until he spoke.

"Right. Yea, I knew that." Then he slowly retraced his arms and we both sat up, tiredly getting redressed. "Um, would you like to shower?" He asked.

"No, I was just going to wait until I got home. Thanks though." I assured fiddling with my fingers as he examined me. He nodded quietly and gently took my hand in his. He lead me down the stairs and we stopped at the door.

"So, am I suppose to like, pay you now..?" He hesitantly asked. Is he nervous? Do I make him nervous? Oh, nonsense Luke, get over yourself. It's just his first time is all.

"Um, yea." I answered with a small nod. He released my hand and walked over to a small table by the door, finding his wallet and pulling out 3 one hundred dollar bills. My mouth fell open as he tried handing me the money. "M-Michael, that's too much."

"Of course it's not, Luke. Just take it. Please?"

"Are you sure?" I asked, not quiet believing what was happening.

He stepped closer to me and placed the money in my hands before resting his own on my hips. "Of course I am." He whispered before placing his familiar, soft lips onto mine. I immediately melted into him, returning the kiss and sighing out contently. I must be dreaming.

"I need to go." I mumbled when he pulled back. He gave me a small smile and nodded his head in acknowledgement. I returned the smile as I opened the door and waved goodbye to him. I don't know if I'll ever see him again, but I really hope I do. He may not want anything to do with me, I mean who would honestly?

As I made my way down the street, I couldn't get the green eyed beauty off my mind. Maybe we'll meet again.