She Looks So Perfect

Chapter Nine

Luke's POV

I was at Elizabeth's. I went to surprise her; I was meant to be out of town, but we cancelled our trip to Boston because Calum didn't want to leave. I was going to ask her a favor.

She walked into her living room and I was sitting there playing chords on the guitar. Her smile illuminated the room as she came to sit down. I spread my legs, scooting back for her to sit in between them. I laid the guitar in her lap as she turned to kiss me, "What are you doing here?" She said, strumming the guitar lightly.

"What, I can't surprise the cutest girl in the world by being with her for no reason?"

She grinned, "No."

"Oh," I said in response, she could always see right through me; even with the cheesy stuff. I took my hand atop hers and aligned it with the C chord. We picked at it as I hummed along. We changed chords. A year ago today she asked me to help her learn guitar. I said yes, of course, but we hadn't made much progress. We would always get distracted.

I think this very guitar we are both possessing is one of the reasons we fell in love. Coincidentally, it's also the reason we have to stay a secret.

My thoughts brought me into a saddening depression, and I wanted to stop playing guitar that instant. It was time to ask the favor, "Lizzy," I said in my best pouting voice, "I need your help."

She stood up off my lap and spun around, "What's up, buttercup?"

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She's a natural born talent when it comes to dancing. She's been a dancer since she was three, her mum not missing a beat by entering her in classes as soon as she could comprehend and memorize the moves. I've been to just about every competition she's entered since we were nine, and she's placed in almost every single one.

I took her right hand with my left and wrapped my right around her waist. I pulled her close and started humming a stereotypical slow song. She laughed and went along with it. We stumbled on each other's feet, all the while trying to keep a straight face. She grabbed my beanie off my head and put it on hers, sprinting away from me.

We chased around the house until I finally caught her, taking the beanie with one hand and her waist with the other. I spun her around, both of us falling to the ground with a loud thud.

We laughed and laughed, stealing glances and a few spotty kisses, "Teach me how to dance," I said, wiping a playful tear from my eye. She stared at me, "Really?" A smile crept up. I nodded, still smiling.

She stood up and took my hands, helping me get up. She led me to the basement where she practices. The smile never left her face.

"Where do you want to start?" Her eyes sparkled, the amount of passion she pours into dance is unbelievable, incredible, unique.

I grabbed her again and we stood close, "You tell me," I whispered in her ear. She looked to my chest and then to my eyes, a smile plastered across her defined features.

Two hours had passed and we'd accomplished nothing. I wasn't really getting anywhere. She was very lenient though, patience taking over as I just didn't get it. She would make a great teacher.

It finally got to the point where we were actually dancing together. I would step on her foot on purpose, just to get a reaction.

"Dammit Luke, do you want me to teach you or not?" I would just smile arrogantly, watching her hide the fumes.

I finally got bored, "Hey," I said, twirling her around like a ballerina, "Why don't I teach you how to dance?" She cackled, trying to be serious. I grabbed both of her hands, improvising a fast melody. I tried to tango, once again stepping on her toes. She laughed so hard she couldn't continue dancing.

I took that as opportunity to kiss her hard. I pressed my lips unto hers, her tongue strumming against my lip ring. I tried to frustrate her and keep the kiss neat, not letting her tongue enter, but I smiled and she took the opportunity. She stepped closer to me, and I took her into my arms, taking us to her couch.

The kiss was sweet, it tasted like her. I grinned again, and she bit my lip. I groaned involuntarily. She took my hand in hers, kitting our fingers together. She then was on top of me, myself lying across the couch.

I put my free arm on her thigh. A groaning laugh emitted from her stomach, as our bodies warmed together. My hands travelled her body, the sensation it brought to me was so real. We knew what was about to happen, and we didn't care. She tugged at my shirt and I guessed that meant she wanted me to remove it.

Confession: I've never done this before.

I hastily tore my shirt off, aiding her in removing her own. I opened my eyes to make sure she had hers closed. She did. I've kissed many times, even going a little further. But I've never had sex.

She stopped, "What are we doing?"

I smiled, kissed her nose, and winked. I heard a noise coming from outside, and we knew it was her parents. She licked her upper lip, "Why don't we do this again tomorrow?" she whispered into my ear.