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Chapter 26 - Stubborn

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Chapter 26—Stubborn

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Waking up to Luke's beard tickling the skin at the crook of my neck was, I decided, the best way to do so.

Somehow, we had managed to stay in the same position we had gone to sleep in; with his larger body curling around mine, legs tangled together beneath the sheets that managed to cover me till just below my collarbones. Luke's right arm was draped over my torso, face in the crook of my neck, and I felt his warm chest against my back.

Once my eyes finally opened, trying to blink away the sleepiness, they landed on the window by Luke's wall. The navy curtains hindered the light from the morning sun, the room remaining in a dark hue that thankfully didn't blind my sight like the sun would. I inhaled softly as I came to consciousness, gaze dropping to Luke's hand on top of me.

Instantly, at the sight of it, my mind took me back to the events of last night. The mere thought of it increased what was the normal beating of my heart, mouth drying up as the beautifully obscene images from the night before played through my mind on a loop. A harsh blush warmed my cheeks and neck as I did so, swallowing deeply as my lips pressed together to stop myself from smiling like some freak. But I couldn't help it; it was so perfect.

The amount of love that was circulating in the room, in that moment, was overwhelmingly palpable. Luke had been everywhere; his hands roaming every inch of my skin, lips on mine but also leaving the reddish, purple bites that currently decorated my neck, collarbones, and even my breasts. My eyes dropped to them, left handed fingers brushing over the pretty bruises that stood out against my skin. I fucking loved it.

I suddenly felt and heard Luke take in a particularly deep breath, his hand rubbing over my subconsciously as I turned my head a bit to watch his eyes slowly blink open, revealing the bright blue I was so in love with. The sleepiness was visible in his eyes, yet a soft smile tugged on his equally as soft pink lips as his gaze met mine.

A low hum vibrated from his throat as he saw me, removing his arm from weighing me down as he moved to lie on his back, arms stretching above him as I turned as well, holding the sheets to my chest as I rested on my right side, facing Luke. "Morning, baby," he greeted, his voice gloriously deep and hoarse due to the sleep it endured.

My left hand brushed over his chest, fingers playing with the cool silver pendant that lay there as my eyes flickered up to meet his. "Good morning," I murmured, my own smile tugging at my lips at the sight of my all too beautiful boyfriend. "How'd you sleep?"

"Amazin'," he mumbled, a small boyish grin tugging at one corner of his lips, revealing his teeth and a hint of a dimple. I watched as Luke's eyes fell towards my neck and chest area, the triumphant smirk widening as he by no doubt stared at the marks he had left. His arms were crossed behind his head, but his left hand moved to the nape of my neck, his thumb softly brushing down my skin on top of one of the colored bruises. "Last night was..."

He trailed off, lips parting to think of a word that would correctly depict what had happened until I merely let out a quiet chuckle, the tips of my fingers trailing along his chest. "I know," I finished, smiling as my cheeks warmed once more, my lips pressing into his palm.