drive ♢ muke ✔️

xxviii

omg here's a quick update because everyone thinks drive ended. damn, i just wanted to end the chapter with a title reference, it's not over yet!! it kinda sucks because i rushed it and i didn't get a chance to edit it yet but whatever.

lots of love, rose ( aka @-riptidemuke )

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"i'm going to rip him apart. limb by limb." luke mutters aggressively as he holds an ice pack to my face.

"you're an officer, you really shouldn't be talking about things like that." i remind him.

luke freezes for a moment when he remembers his job. he looks stunned and angry with himself, his eyes are blazing blue.

"damn! how did i forget? i should've arrested him or something, fuck!" luke curses, running his hands through his hair. "or maybe fine him. oh that's a great idea! i'll just repeatedly give him tickets until he's pissed broke and he'll eventually die!"

"you can plot his death later, luke. right now, i just want you to shut up." i glare at him, snatching the ice pack out of his hands and resting it on my bruised skin.

"i'm sorry. i'm just furious with him, gods, i hope he rots in hell." luke continues rambling.

"i'm going to leave," i glare at him.

"no. i'm sorry, don't go." luke protests, holding me tight.

"stop talking about him and talk to me. i'm mad enough with him, i don't want to talk about him any further." i purse my lips, staring at luke.

"i'm sorry babe. i'll stop talking about him," luke apologizes, looking genuinely upset.

i kiss him briefly and that makes his soft pink lips curve into a smile again. he kisses me back and caresses my skin gently; he hardly touches me in fear of injuring me further.

finally, when we break apart, i see the calm in luke's eyes again. he's not the angry, vengeful boy from earlier but instead the sweet, kind boy that i fell in love with.

"let's dance," i murmur.

"w-what? you're bruised all over michael, is that really a good idea?" luke asks, looking doubtful.

"probably not," i state honestly. "but who gives a fuck?"

"i do," luke replies firmly. "i don't want you in pain."

"fine. i'll just dance alone." i shrug my shoulders and play a song from my playlist.

it's a slow song. since i can't really ballroom dance with myself, i settle into a nice, slow macarena. luke stares at me, humour twinkling in his beautiful blue eyes.

then he stands up and grabs me by the waist. his arms hoop around my body as my arms wrap themselves across his broad shoulders. i rest my head on his chest and i can feel his steady heart thumping.

it's not much of a dance; it's more of us holding on to each other for dear life.

but some things occur to me at the moment. i realize that i absolutely love luke with all my being. without luke, there'd be a huge gaping hole in my life that nothing can possibly patch up. luke's like my other half, without him i can't live properly. i can survive; but life would be a meaningless blur.

"i love you so much," i whisper, my lips brushing against his.

"i love you most," luke hums back.

i feel happier than i ever felt in my life and i peck luke on the lips. we resume our strange little slow dance until luke speaks up again.

"so, uh. to clear things up, you're my boyfriend right?" he asks, blushing awkwardly.

"i don't know, you never asked." i tease him.

luke rolls his eyes but he still has a small, shy smile on his face. "will you be my boyfriend?"

"no," i answer simply.

we stop dancing and luke steps away from me. his blue eyes fill with hurt. "w-what?"

"god, i'm joking you dork!" i giggle, watching the look of hurt on his face melt away into annoyance.

"you scared me," luke frowns. "fuck you."

"i mean if that's what you wish, then sure." i agree.

luke doesn't quite understand what i say, he stares at me blankly. seconds fly by until it dawns upon him that i'm willing to fuck.

and that's exactly what we do.