Daddy's Girl | l.h. au

23

*weeks later*

SAMANTHA's POV:

Tomorrow was the first day of senior year, and to say the least, I wasn't ready at all. I've became so used to spending all my time with Luke that I wasn't sure how I was going to get through the day without seeing him until the late afternoon/evening. Even though I'm excited that this is my last year of school, I'm not excited to see Luke less now, I'm not quite sure how I've done it before.

He helped me get ready for my last year though, he took me back to school shopping and clothes shopping, and I was very grateful of him for doing so. Normally boyfriends don't really like to go shopping, but he went with me and helped me pick out a lot of things, with his approval on most of it of course.
He's protective, what can I say? He let me get everything that I liked, but he also let me know if he thought some shirts were too revealing, and I respected his thoughts.

"Do you have everything ready to go for tomorrow?" Luke asked me.

I was currently sitting on his living room floor while he sat up on the couch, I had no idea why I just felt like it. I looked up at him and nodded, and he let out a little chuckle.

"My little school girl." He said.

"That sounds weird." I scrunched up my nose.

"But you are."

"But it sounds weird."

"Alright, I won't call you that."

"It makes you sound like a pedophile."

"Gee, thanks."

"But you're not." I laughed.

Luke stood up and held out his hands for me to take, which I did, and I stood to my feet with him before he picked me up and carried me out to the kitchen. I had no idea what he was doing, I mean it wasn't even lunch or dinner time, it was three in the afternoon, but I went along with it anyway and sat up on the counter and watched as he started to get things out to make milkshakes. I hopped down off of the counter and walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around him and kissing the center of his back before starting to play with the hem of his shirt, which seemed to get him going a little.

"Kitten..." He warned.

"What?" I played with the top of his jeans.

"I'm making us milkshakes."

"I know."

"So you can't... You can't distract..." He trailed off.

"What's that, daddy?"

"Sam..." His breathing got heavy.

I removed my hand and hugged him from behind. "Alright." I kissed his back again. "I'll wait."

"Do you want chocolate chips?"

"Please." I smiled up against him.

"Do I really turn you on that easily?" He asked me with a little chuckle. "I mean I'm just standing here making these."

"What can I say? You're hot."

"So are you."

"But you're hotter."

"Nah, I'm pretty sure you are."

"Hmm, nope." I moved around to the front of him and kissed him quickly, smiling up against his lips. "I'll be in the bathroom."

"M'kay, baby girl."

I ventured into the bathroom that connected to his room (I liked that one the most) and closed the door behind me to do my business, and it wasn't until after I sat down that I noticed a little red spot on my underwear. Dammit, really? Right before school?