King Luka

21.

My eyes cleared as I look at my surroundings. Where was I?

Once getting used to the dimness in the room I was able to make out out shapes of the TV hanging on the wall, the dresser standing proudly opposite of me, a door in the corner of the room and opposite that door was a couch, and a fireplace diagonal from the couch.

I shift on the bed until arms tightened around me like snakes. Freezing in my actions, my head cranes to see who is holding me so tightly against them. My eyes make contact with his sleeping form and all the memories from last night come rushing back. I was scared of the thunderstorm, he let me sleep in his bed, and nothing else happened.

His very bare chest was pressed against my back; his hot skin seeming to be burning through my cotton tee. I shift in my spot once again, trying to ease the heat spreading through my back. I turn so that my front faces his.

Trying not to wake Luka up, I closed my eyes and pushed my head against his chest again, listening to his heartbeat. The steady thump almost soothed me to sleep once again; that is until he moved in his sleep. He mumbles something in his sleep and pulls me closer to his searing hot body. I let out a quiet sound of protest, but do nothing else.

His breaths start to even out before I make the courageous decision to wake him up. How to wake him up though, that was up to me. While mulling over my options, my hands unconsciously started to rake through his dark locks.

When he begins to stir is when I realize what I had been doing without knowing. His bright blue eyes begin to peek open. Sleep starts to clear from his azure orbs. Suddenly his eyebrows furrow as he stares at me.

He slowly peels his hand off of my hip and hovers a single finger in front of my face before taking it and poking my nose. He repeats this action twice.

"Luka, what are you doing?" I ask irritatedly. He purses his lips and continues to poke my nose.

"I'm making sure you're real and actually in my arms right now." he half-heartedly mumbles. I snicker to myself and wrap my arms around his neck. His morning voice sends shivers racing down my spine. And not the bad kind.

"Merry Christmas, Luka." I smile was nuzzling my head in his neck. He hums a response and places a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"My family is coming tonight." he grumbles. My brows draw together with my face remaining in his neck.

"It's a tradition that they come over. It'll be my mom, Joey, and Janey. Joey is my younger brother. He's fourteen. And you've already met Janey." he informs in his still sleepy voice. I couldn't really focus on what he was saying, more of how he was saying it. Suddenly he tenses.

"I, uh- I have to use the bathroom." he stutters out and hurriedly stands from the bed. He waltzes to the bathroom, his grey sweatpants riding low on his hips. I basically had to wipe the drool from my mouth at the sight.

I take the time he's gone to fix myself up a little bit. Pulling my hair up on top of my head, I secure the bun with a hair tie. I pull my tee shirt and Nike Pros down that had ridden up in my sleep.

Glancing outside, I noticed that the weather outside hadn't gotten any better. Although instead of rain, snow now fell from the sky in thick sheets. Talk about a white Christmas!

The creak of the door brought me back from my thoughts. I whip my head to the sound.

"Cold there aren't you?" Luka asks with an amused smile on his face. My head cocks to the side in confusion. That was before I realized that I had wrapped myself in Lukas' thick comforter without knowing and was somehow still shivering. Luke looked around frantically. After spotting something, he rushed over to grab it. He snags it and tosses it to me. A black Nike hoodie slaps me in the face before falling in front of me.