Fix Me | L.H

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I wake up, a warm feeling in my gut.

I know I'm not in my own bed and I know that I love not being in my bed.

I remember last nights events and wonder what is wrong with me, or if I'm finally doing something right.

Im finally going with what I feel although I know that it could backfire at any given moment.

I stretch my limbs and finally, very slowly yawn.

For a moment, I finally feel peace and happiness. Nothing to worry about, and only one person on my mind.

And then I remember. School

My eyes shoot open to find a smiling Luke staring at me in something that could be mistaken as wonder.

Wonder is what I felt or rather what the feeling in my gut caused.

I stare at him as well, wondering what he could possibly be smiling at. We were late for school and that was nothing to be smiling about, at least not for me.

"Luke....we need to go to school. Its late." My voice is weirdly calm, which is opposite of how I mean it to come out. I know I'm the one that needs to take initiative, get up, and get dressed, but my body is telling me otherwise.

Its telling me to stay there, in the warmth of Luke's covers. Enjoying his bright smile that stirs something warm within me. I cant quite explain it and I hate how Ive come to be familiar with the feeling. Almost addicting. So I do just that, I stay in bed.

"Were not going to school today." He states. He is no longer smiling.

Im confused but I cant help but smile a little. "Why?" I ask, knowing i'd probably give in to his command, whatever the reason.

"Because were not." He states, shrugging and closing his eyes.

He takes his lip ring in between his teeth, and I think he knows what that does to me by the way he smirks afterwards.

Should it do something to me?

His hair is ruffled and his green eyes are wide, making it known that he has been awake for a while. The word sexy pops out in my mind.

Im staring at his rosy lips, feeling the heat on my cheeks.

"Why are you staring at me." He says calmly, eyes still closed.

"Im not staring." I lie.

He raises an eyebrow. "mHmmm."

I smile and i start to feel scared because I really want to kiss him. Would he reject me after last night?

Maybe I was being too much.

I push all those thoughts aside and lean in slowly.

I know he can feel me getting closer, but he doesn't do a thing.

His eyebrows crease, maybe he's uncomfortable, so I retreat and jump out of bed quickly.

"You're leaving?" He sits up fast and the look of hurt on his face causes a pang in my chest.

Would I ever leave?

I stand by the doorway and cross my arms, "Im hungry." I smile when his frown brightens and he tries to hide it.

"Okay." Is all he says before plopping back down on the mattress.

I linger a couple of seconds, admiring his toned upper body, my cheeks reddening.
I turn on my heal and shake my head to clear my thoughts. Most of which revolved around his hands on my body again.