One of the Boys | 5sos | Hemmings

Chapter Fourteen

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I wake up slowly, remembering last night with a smile on my face. Luke had woken me up in the middle of the night kissing my neck and started yet another heated make out session.

I roll over to see if he's awake, but the bed is empty. I frown, wondering if he had to head back home. I check my phone, but he hadn't texted me. I can feel my heart start to sink as the worst case scenarios ran through my head.

But then I hear a whole lot of clanging coming from the other room.

I walk out, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Luke is at my stove in his boxers cursing, as smoke billows around him.

"Jesus Christ!" I yell, immediately jumping into action, I open up the windows and tell Luke to take the batteries out of my smoke detector before it wakes my neighbors (because he could actually reach it). I assess the damage. It sort of looks like some eggs that had been burnt straight to hell, but I can't be sure. I smile as I saw two pieces of toast set up on a plate with some raspberries and a cup of coffee.

Luke comes and wraps his arms around my waist, hooking his chin on my shoulder, "I'm sorry, babe."

I just smile, "Was this for me?"

He clicks his tongue, "Of course it was! I was going to try to surprise you with breakfast in bed."

I grin. He's so cute. I turn around and pull him down for a quick kiss "It's the thought that counts, babe. Have you eaten?" He shakes his head. "Why don't I make us some eggs and we can eat them in bed together?"

He smiles and nods. As I go to turn around, he grabbed my shoulders and looks at me up and down. I'm still only wearing Luke's shirt and a pair of panties. He grins and raises his eyebrows, "I like the look, Al. A lot."

I roll my eyes and turn to the stove, "You've seen me in your shirts millions of times."

He leans down and speaks softly in my ear, "And it turned me on every single time."

Blush spreads across my face. "Stop distracting me, Luke! I need to make us breakfast or I'm going to jump your damn bones."

He throws his head back and laughs, but obliges and starts buttering the toast he made.

After a very sweet breakfast, full of laughter and kisses, Luke had to get back home. I drive him back with his hand playing with the hair at the base of my neck.

"I love your hair" he says absentmindedly twisting it in his fingers.

I laugh, "You don't think I should dye it like Michael's?" I asked, referring to the reverse skunk look he currently had.

Luke laughs, "That would be something, but I love the long, blonde, crazy hair. It's just so you. That's the first thing I noticed when I first saw you. Well that's not true, the second...or third thing at least." He says, winking at me.

"You perv!" I yell, throwing my head back laughing.

We pull up at his house and he kisses me, slyly sliding his tongue in my mouth. I moan softly and then shove him away, "Don't start what you can't finish, babe."