Sex Lessons | L.H

33. Chips

A.N// this chapter is trash, so don't expect much...soz
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Kate's POV

I was brought out of my sleep by a constant rustle beside me. I turned over to find Luke tossing and turning.

I rubbed my eyes, attempting to get rid of the ache and burning that came with my lack of sleep.

"Luke, what are you doing? What time is it?" I groaned. The moving stopped, and I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Shhh, it's really early in the morning. Like three, I think. Go back to sleep," he said. He sealed it with a gentle kiss to the back of my neck.

I didn't argue. I just closed my eyes again, trying to return to my state of ultimate peace. It didn't work, but I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the steady breaths of Luke from behind me.

After about an hour of just staring straight at the wall, Luke took his arms from around me. I felt the dip in the bed next to me level out, signaling that Luke had gotten out of bed.

I was going to ask why, but I decided to keep pretending that I was asleep.

I heard footsteps go across the room, and I heard the door to his room open before he walked out of it. I took this opportunity to sneak a look, and I saw the door close.

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding, while simultaneously trying to figure out what Luke was doing.

None of his actions made sense to me. From the rocks to the middle of the nights journeys. I desperately wanted to know what was going on, but I wasn't one to push things.

Ten minutes later, Luke returned. Out of what I could see, he had a glass of water with him. He walked over to his bed and sat on it, not getting back in, but just sitting up and hanging his legs over the side.

I heard him take a few gulps of the water, then put the glass on the nightstand. He sighed loudly and flicked on the lamp, illuminating the room.

Although it felt nice to be in the comfort of his bed after such a long time, everything felt so wrong. I wasn't exactly sure why, but something definitely didn't feel right.

By knowing Luke for so long, I'd mastered reading his body language, so I knew something was wrong with him. I could tell, but he was acting like everything was fine when it clearly wasn't.

More minutes passed, and Luke got up again. This time, I saw him walk over to his dresser and pull a pair of sweatpants out.

He was only in his boxers, so he pulled the pants up his legs before finding a shirt and putting that on as well. He went to his closet and got a sweatshirt from there.

He slipped it on quickly and walked back over to his bed to get his phone and car keys, turning off the lamp afterwards.

Just as I thought he was about to leave, I saw him walking around towards my side of the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched onto the duvet tighter.

I didn't want him to know I had been awake this whole time.

My heart rate increased, the closer I felt him get to me. It was hard to steady my breaths and mimic those of an actual sleeping person.

I could feel Luke tuck a lose strand of hair behind my ear. I couldn't stop my eyebrows from scrunching together, but he kissed me on the forehead, making me instantly relax.

"I'll be back in a bit. I love you," he said quietly. Did he know I was awake?

He used the bed to help him push off the floor so he could stand up, and he left the room without another word.