The Story Of Another Us - L.H

CH.53

Jillienne's POV

I snuggled deeper in Luke's embrace as he held me closer, making me smile against his chest.

"Why are you so warm and cuddly?" I sighed and felt his chest move when he chuckled.

"Why do you make me feel so happy?" He asked back and kissed the top of my head. He let out a small laugh when I buried my face deeper into his chest. He tried to gently pull me off of him but I didn't let go.
"Are you all flustered again?"

I shook my head against his chest, letting out a muffled 'shut up'.

"What time is it?" I asked looking at him. He opened and turned us over so he's on top of me. I shrieked in surprise and he chuckled as he reached over the side table to grab his phone.

"Just past noon," he mumbled. "That was a long ass sleep. You wanna get out of bed?"

I shook my head, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him for a hug. He chuckled and planted a kiss on my neck. My eyes widened at the sudden contact that made my arms around me tightened.

"Babe, Are you trying to murder me?"
I loosened my arms around him and he leaned away with a smile on his face.

"Sorry," I whispered, cupping his face as I stared into his eyes. I dragged my hand to comb his hair that was all over his face since he had his hair down.

No one's supposed to look this good just after waking up.

"Well, thank you." He smirked.

"What?"

"I love it when you speak your mind." He whispered before leaning in for a kiss.

"That guy your friend set you up with," he mumbled against my lips and my face heated up. "Did you let him kiss you?"

My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to understand what he was talking about.

"Which guy?"

Okay, I shouldn't have ask that. It slipped out.

He leaned back and stared at my face with a raised brow.
"Which guy? How many dickheads did she set you up on a date with?"

I blinked and stared blankly at his face.
"Maybe 5 or 6. I can't remember." I muttered.

Why does it matter now?

"Did you let any of those dickheads kiss you?" He asked, even a tiny bit of playfulness in his voice absent.

"Don't call them that, it's rude." I whispered but he kept his stare. "James, the last guy I went on a date with he actually-" I paused to look at his face and he looked a little pissed. "He kissed me-once." I pursed my lips.

He took a sharp breath and was about to speak when I cut him off.

"It was on the cheek!" I squeaked.
"I swear I didn't let him. He just suddenly leaned in and kissed me on the cheek."

"It's still a kiss." He said annoyed. I pouted and looked away from his eyes.

"Well, at least I didn't date anyone and smothered their face with kisses for everyone to see on the internet." I mumbled, speaking the first thing that came into my mind. He looked at me shocked and that was when I realized that I had said something that I shouldn't have.

Me and my damn mouth.

He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. I really didn't mean for it sound like it was directed to him but based on his reaction, that was how he took it.