the kink club • luke hemmings ✔️

19. the one where sophie is distracted.

chapter nineteen:
the one where sophie is distracted.

"H-How much of that did you hear?" I stammer, staring up at the blue-eyed boy in front of me. My heart is beating so rapidly in my chest that I'm not the least bit surprised if Luke can hear it.

He licks his lips, chuckling. "Enough."

"What exactly is 'enough'?" I ask carefully, wanting to look away. But Luke keeps a hold on me, making it even harder to concentrate on anything other than him.

"What exactly did you mean by complicated?" he asks back, smirking slightly. I let out a small sigh, the frown on my face evident.

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second."

"Thanks for proving my point," I quip.

"No problem. Doesn't change the fact that mine is more important."

"That shouldn't matter,"

"So you admit it," Luke blinks, biting down hard on his bottom lip in amusement. "You think mine's more important?"

"I didn't say that. And you're just avoiding my question, now."

"I'm not avoiding it," he says, shrugging lightly. "I'm just asking you something that's actually worthwhile."

"Ouch."

"You hurt?"

"Yes. You hurt me." I deadpan.

"Want some ice?"

"In my drink, yes," I say without thinking, gathering enough courage to slip out from underneath him. He's left chuckling to himself, leaning over nothing but an empty wall as I make my way up the stairs.

Soon enough, I can feel Luke follow close behind me, hands deep in the pockets of his ripped jeans as I hastily walk towards my room.

I contemplate on slamming the door shut behind me; but then I remember how I never normally do, and acting weird around Luke now would probably result in him trying to suck me into a conversation I want no part in.

Instead, I take a seat on my desk, fiddling with whatever's on there and whatever will take my mind away from the boy leaning against my doorframe. Nothing seems to be working and it's not hard to understand why; my heart is too heavy in my chest, my mind is too much of a mess, and Luke is much too attractive not to glance at every now and again.

Eventually, I run out of things to play mock-absentmindedly with, and this causes an irritated sigh to leave my lips as I glare at him.

"Will you put a shirt on?" I finally ask, annoyed at both him and the blush on my face.

Not to my surprise, Luke just raises an eyebrow, obviously entertained at how flustered he can get me without even having to do much. All he really had to do was stay a good proximity away from me, and that in itself was enough to make my cheeks flare up.

"Why? Am I distracting you?"

"Yes. Now put a damn shirt on," I mutter, unhappily swivelling around in my chair to face the other side of the desk, the side that's thankfully not facing him.

I take a notepad from the box Chloe had organised for me a while back and a pen, opting to write down a few random words I don't understand as I wait impatiently for Luke to leave the room.

A few more seconds of silence pass, and just when I'm convinced that he's gone, I feel a slight tug pull on the back of my chair.

In a haste, I'm spun around, my hands clutching the arm rests at the sides to keep myself from falling. Before I can even register what's going on, the chair halts, my heart stops, and I'm met face-to-face with the blonde-haired beauty staring right back at me.