the kink club • luke hemmings ✔️

33. the one where it's fluffy.

chapter thirty-three:
the one where it's fluffy.

The flight back to New York wasn't as eventful as the first flight to Orlando. Apart from the busy crowds of people trying to get to their designated places before the New Year, the airport was pretty much a bore, and getting out of the taxi and back into the house seemed to undoubtedly be the highlight of my day.

Ashton and I are supposed to meet Sadie today to discuss what happens to the coffee shop. I don't think it's helping any of us that business is as low as ever and we hardly get any regulars anymore. I'm pretty sure the cappucino machine has spent half of it's life out of use.

"I think I'm dead," Luke groans, coming into the living room, hands rubbing his eyes. His tone is deep, counteracting his sleepy voice perfectly.

"Did you not get any sleep last night?" I ask him, moving to the other side of the couch. I don't blame him; we came in at 4am this morning and it's currently 7.

"No, I did get sleep. Just not enough,"

"What woke you?"

"The other side of my bed was empty," Luke sighs, flopping down next to me. After a few moments spent fidgeting, he stills, head on my lap. He looks up at me, blue eyes bloodshot. "Why are you awake?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"That all?"

"I've been thinking about a lot," I smile faintly at him, running my hand through his dirty blonde hair. What used to be a lighter shade is now much darker, the old quiff now fully flat against his forehead. I'd say I miss it, but I don't mind this.

"Thinking? About what?" Luke's eyes slowly flutter shut, though I know he's listening. "Tell me."

"It's nothing important," I admit, shrugging lightly.

A small smile plays on his lips. "I don't care. I just like hearing your voice," my heart flutters. "It's good for me."

"You're so sappy, Hemmings," I ruffle his hair jokingly, though to be completely honest, I don't hate it one bit. Luke Hemmings is a lot of things and being closed up about how he feels is one of them. It's not until he's comfortable with somebody that he finally lets loose, and that's a side of him that not a lot of people see.

"And you ruin the mood. A lot," he smirks to himself.

"There was a mood to ruin?" I ask him, feigning genuine shock, and Luke open his eyes to roll them.

"You're such a pain. I swear, sometimes I don't know why I love you."

"You know," I begin, the blush already starting to form on my cheeks. "I'm still not over you saying that."

"You're not?"

"No,"

"Well, you better get over it, and soon. I'm going to be saying it a lot more often now," Luke chuckles sleepily, draping a lazy arm across his torso.

"I don't mind," I say, biting my lip with a sleepy look on my face. "It's just a little new to me."

"Why?" he asks softly.