the kink club • luke hemmings ✔️

11. the one where luke says 'doll'.

chapter eleven:
the one where luke says 'doll'.

"Do my boobs look weird in this?"

"Your boobs look fine," Luke rolls his eyes, reaching out of the car window to take the two coffees from the woman in the drive through. "Trust me."

"I feel like they look weird," I murmur, shifting uncomfortably in the very tight shirt Bailey had given me earlier on. It was either this or a gingham button up from Chloe's wardrobe, and since everyone insisted I looked like a farmgirl in that, I opted for the first one instead.

"You could never look weird," Luke waves me off, staring at the tops of both coffees before he hands me my own. "Here you go,"

"Thanks." I give him a slight smile, settling the hot beverage into the door's cup holder. I turn back to the road as Luke takes a small sip of his own, his other hand working to back out of the Starbucks parking lot.

"Where are we going?" I ask him, absentmindedly drumming my fingers on my lap.

"I told you, it's a surprise."

"You're supposed to be taking me to the Club," I mumble subconsciously, folding my arms. I'm not pissed or annoyed in the slightest; I'd been anxious about the Kink Club all day. When Luke said there'd be a change of plans, I was- needless to say- estatic. "Don't you have work?"

"This is my work," he says, swallowing another mouthful of black coffee. "I get to talk to pretty girls like you all night."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," I warn him, a playful tone in my voice, and he chuckles.

"Didn't think it would with you."

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"With me?" I ask, turning to face him fully. The pick-up is speeding down a freeway and in the midst of all the stretched roads and street lamps, all around us is pretty much deserted. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, no, nothing bad," Luke's quick to say, eyes flickering back and forth from the windshield to the passenger's side. "I'm just saying what's true, that's all. You don't let people compliment you often,"

"Because it's weird." I respond in a mumble, and I realise that 'it's weird' has become my most trademark thing to reply when I'm speechless.

It's not weird, not at all; I just never know what to say back. Thank you sounds too careless and no I'm not sounds like I crave the reassurance.

"It's not weird," Luke laughs softly. Then he pauses, as if there's something more to say but he has no idea how to word it. "I don't know why you think it is. I bet you get a lot of guys trying to get with you and you don't even realize."

I turn away from the side window of the truck, my eyes landing on Luke. It's dark everywhere around us but he still manages to stand out. I swear that, even from where I'm sitting and the unsurprisingly noticable height difference between us, I can still see his bright blue eyes reflecting off the moonlight.

"They don't." I reply, carefully. He chuckles again.

"Well, that's a lie."

"It's really not,"

"Whatever you say, Hayes," he shakes his head, flicking the turn signal on to enter another long stretch of road. I bite my lip, settling into my seat as I watch his flat blonde hair flop onto his forehead.