"Luke," I whisper, poking his cheek.
He opens up one eye and looks down at me, a small smile on his face.
We both woke up a couple hours ago, but neither of us really wanted to get up, so we've been just laying here.
He hums in response, pulling me in closer so my face is pushed against his bare chest.
"Can you make coffee?"
He laughs lightly, making his chest vibrate.
"Yeah," he says, rubbing my arm and pressing a kiss to my forehead before getting up.
He grabs his glasses from the night stand, not bothering to put on a shirt, and he has some plaid pajama pants hanging from his hips.
Puberty hit Luke hard. Sure, he was hot in senior year. But now, holy shit.
His hair is grown a bit, and he doesn't bother gelling it anymore, letting it just hang on his forehead. And he thinks he keeps losing his razors, but I'm secretly hiding them. I fucking love his stubble. Not to mention his confidence level. As he grew up, he became more comfortable with himself.
His lip ring doesn't stop getting attractive, either.
He walks out the room, leaving me alone in bed.
I stare up at the ceiling, a small smile on my face. After Michael and I broke up, I was really upset. But when Luke came home to visit for his moms birthday and came to visit me, I became happier. He just put a smile on my face and I don't know why I didn't see it before.
He is smart, and incredibly beautiful. He's the sweetest guy you could ever meet.
He stays here nearly every night now. He says because Cat isn't here yet he doesn't want me to feel alone. And since he is living with his parents still because he's leaving for Yale again, he doesn't care about not being home.
Once Cat comes he won't be here as much, but not because she doesn't know about us yet.
I really want to tell Cat. She's my best friend, and Luke and I have been dating for two months now.
I just don't know how she'd react to it. I really really hope she doesn't get upset with me, that is the literal last thing we need.
I plan on telling her when she's settled in here.
I sigh, getting up out of bed and running a hand through my now short and unruly hair. I walk into the bathroom and brush my teeth, before putting my wet tooth brush next to Luke's.
I grab my phone and rub my eyes as I walk down the stairs of the loft and into the kitchen where Luke is pouring coffee into two mugs.
I smile and thank him when he hands me mine, before taking a sip of the hot liquid.
"Thank you," I hum, way too content, I love how Luke makes coffee, "I don't know what I'm going to do without you making me coffee every morning."
"Cat literally works in a coffee shop, I'm sure she'll make you a good cup," he laughs as he drinks his own.
"She hates coffee, which is ironic, but I hope she does," I sigh, "I can't make coffee, it always turns out bad."
"I don't get how," he says, leaning against the counter, crossing one of his arms over his bare chest and leaning his other arm on it as he brings the mug to his lips, "It's not rocket science."
I pout, before turning on my heel and going to walk away.
I hear his mug hit the counter and his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me into his chest.
