my sister's boyfriend (l.h)

"fuck, you're a dream"

40: fuck, you're a dream

y'all probably kill me for this chapter, but maybe it'll teach you to wait ok? also SORRY im so bad at writing this shit ugh ugh ugh ugh

"Lana, are you sure you feel better? We don't have to go—"

"Luke, I want to go out, okay? We've been cooped up in this house and I want to breathe some fresh air." I walked back to the bed and sat down beside of Luke. "If I start to feel bad, we'll just come back—but I'm feeling better, honestly. I just don't think I'm fully over my jet lag or something, so I'm still exhausted."

"Okay, if that's what you want to do. I can text Calum and tell him to meet us somewhere."

"Luke... I was hoping we could do something alone," I told him and as he looked over at me, he smiled. "You have yet to show me anything around here," I pouted and he laughed softly as he pulled me toward him. "We only have a few more days of complete freedom, you know. Then we have to start telling everybody we're a thing."

"Yeah, I know," Luke said, sighing lightly beside of me. He laid his head back on his pillow and brought his hands up to his face. "I know exactly where to go." Luke sprung up from bed and walked around it. He walked to his suitcase and started to put together an outfit.

All of a sudden, there was a loud commotion of laughter from the front room and I could guess that Calum and Dustin were back. It was a little after six, so they had been out all day.

"We're home!" Calum yelled and then started to laugh again.

"I think they're in a good mood," I observed and Luke laughed as he stood up, a stack of clothing in his hands.

"I would have to agree," Luke said as he nodded his head. "Are you going to get ready?"

"Yes." I stood up and walked over to where he was and crouched down beside my suitcase. Luke stepped into the bathroom and shut the door without saying another word. I plopped down on the floor after a little while of searching through my clothes.

I couldn't decide what to wear, which usually wasn't a problem. I really didn't care about what I wore usually, but I wasn't going to lie and say I didn't like impressing Luke.

I loved getting compliments from Luke. They meant more than a compliment from anybody else.

I decided on a pair of high waisted black jeans without rips, which were basically as nice as I got, and I paired that with a gray, cropped v-neck sweater.

I began to change, figuring Luke would be awhile in the bathroom. I decided to changed into my favorite bralette I had packed, just because I thought it looked nice, and did so quickly. I slipped the sweater on over my head and then hopped into my jeans.

As Luke was walking out of he bathroom, I was buttoning my jeans.

Before he walked completely out of the bathroom, Luke looked over at me and stopped in his tracks. He fell back against the doorframe and his jaw dropped. I couldn't help but to giggle as my cheeks started to burn, and he started to shake his head.

"Hot damn!" he shouted and I stepped forward to smack his shoulder lightly.

"Stop it," I said, but definitely didn't want him to stop. "I'm not even completely ready yet."

"It doesn't matter, you're always this good looking." Luke stepped forward and grabbed me by the waist. He leaned down and kissed me gently which caused butterflies to fill up my stomach. He started to pull away, and I bit his lip gently which caused him to smirk as I let go. "Fuck, you're a dream." I wrapped my arms around Luke's neck and as his hands went to the back of my thighs, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He swung around and pressed my back against the wall as he continued to kiss me.