the kink club • luke hemmings ✔️

12. the one where michael cockblocks.

chapter twelve:
the one where michael cockblocks.

"I bet you I know more about you than you know about me," Luke says, slapping the balloon from his side of the couch to mine. We've been playing this game for a little over an hour now, in the lobby of the Kink Club because Michael had forbidden us from entering any of the rooms.

When I asked him about it, he simply stated that it was weird; despite not having a word to say about the entire situation when Luke and I were arguing about it earlier on. Apparently, knowing that two of his best friends were together in a sex dungeon didn't sit too well with him. I tried to argue that it wasn't that strange, I just wanted to have a look, but he wasn't having any of it.

"You can go in when I'm not around," Michael had told us, making Luke and I exchange a knowing look. The guy single-handedly ran the place, meaning he was around a lot of the time; it didn't seem as if we were entering the room anytime soon.

Eventually Michael just locked the door and Luke and I were forced to move ourselves someplace else. After ordering a takeaway and clearing the Kink Club of all people, bar Mikey, of course. I'd like to search Michael's office for Luke's room key but I'm not that desperate to see what's in there; not yet, at least.

"That's not true," I say, hitting the pink balloon back with a frown. "I know a lot about you."

"I'm sure you do. I'm just saying, I know more," Luke states, as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I bet you don't,"

"I bet I do."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," I note. Luke chuckles. "I'm serious! I bet you don't even know my favourite colour."

"I would, if you had one," he says back. "But you don't, so I don't know."

"What? I have a favourite colour,"

"No you don't."

"Yes I d-"

"You like lilac because it was the colour of your bedroom wall when you were a little girl," he states, directly quoting something I said a very long time ago. "You like pink, too, and you only get pink underwear because you're weird like that. You like those colours but you don't have a favourite one."

I fold my arms in amusement, letting the balloon fall to the floor.

"I told you that like, two years ago," I say. "How do you remember all of that?"

Luke shrugs, effortlessly reaching over to scoop the balloon back up. "I just like listening to you."

"I never knew you paid that much attention to people," I tell him honestly, picking up the drink placed on the coffee table. I take a sip, before setting it back down and resuming my previous comfortable position.

"I don't." Luke mumbles, cracking a small smile.

I'm just about to say something else when he slaps his hands together; a loud sound that echoes throughout the entire lobby emitting from his palms.

"Alright. A game to see who knows each other the best. You up for it?"

"Are you up to lose?" I joke, sitting up.

He smirks. "Oh, Soph. I'll be the one winning."

"I doubt it," I scoff playfully. "I'm very observant."

"Well, so am I."

"Not as much as me."

"Whatever you say, doll." he says, entertained.