daddy : luke

sexy

"LAUNDRY DAYS ARE DURING TUESDAYS AND THURSDAYS. CUT-OFF TIME IS AT 9AM."

"holy shit." i mumble to myself upon reading the notice on the bulletin board at the lobby. it's now 8:45, so i run up the stairs to my room. i just got back from a sleepover at grace's apartment, and i'll still have to gather all my dirty clothes and lug my hamper down the stairs.

i run around the small space, grabbing all the dirty clothes laying all over my room, now regretting that i didn't just put them in the hamper in the first place. so i can maximize laundry day, i take off the clothes i'm currently wearing, wrapping my body in just a towel.

i know someone, specifically the man with a mind of a horny teenager next door, might see me in just a towel when i leave my room, but it's a risk i'll have to take if i want to get all my clothes clean.

i grab my hamper from the corner of the room and place all my dirty clothes there. i head to my door and open it, opening it just the right amount for my hamper and me to fit through.

since no one's around to see me so far, i thought that it'll be okay to lift this hamper when i'm wearing just a towel. it won't take long, anyway.

but, as fate would have it, of course i'm wrong.

i literally just crouched down to lift the hamper and, as if on cue, luke walks out of his room and stops right in front of my door.

"you've got to be kidding me." i mutter under my breath.

"good morning, angel." he smirks at the sight of me. he's shirtless, and wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. he leans on my door frame, a cup of coffee in his hand.

i stand up, trying my best to hide my almost naked body behind the hamper. why does he always catch me wearing just a towel? it's like he has a sixth sense that lets him know whenever i'm in a situation like this.

"what?" i say, wanting this interaction to be over already, even though it hasn't really starting yet.

"so feisty already and it's not even 9am yet." he chuckles before taking a sip of coffee.

"c'mon, luke, what do you want?" i sigh, "i'm running on a time limit here, i need to bring my laundry downstairs before 9."

"you need a hand with that, babe?" he asks, gesturing towards my hamper. and to my horror, without waiting for me to answer, he starts making a move to go in my apartment.

"it's all good, thanks," i answer quickly, not wanting this shield of dirty clothes to be taken away from me, "you can leave now."

"no, i don't think so." he chuckles, seeing that the hamper is already slipping away from my grip. damn these sweaty hands.

"c'mon, let me help you," he says, setting down his cup of coffee on my desk, "it's no big deal."

he stretches his arms out, waiting for me to give the hamper to him.

"i can do this just fine, luke." i say, now using my knee to help support my hamper. definitely not a good position to be in when i'm wearing just a towel.

"i can do it better," he says, now holding the hamper from the other side, "just let me do this for you. i'm about to exercise anyway, this can be my warm-up."

i sigh, starting to lose the energy to resist because the weight of my hamper is getting heavier and heavier.

"no, luke." i say, but my tough girl act is fading once i feel my towel start to loosen. oh, god.