Something Rebellious || l.b.

Chapter 25

The little sleep I got was in a weird way blissful. Being held in his arms felt like good memories- you never want to let them go.

The hard part was trying to shake things out of my mind. Like what I really want from Luke. Most of me wanted him. Just him. Maybe another thing I seek from him is reassurance. Reassurance that he's ready to move on. That crumpled note's short content plastered in my mind as I tried to sleep. I can't even imagine what Luke was feeling when he got that note. My mind extends to the thought of him drinking and finding empty pleasure from different girls.

No doubt, I've seen him change since the first time I was acquainted with him. Is it enough?

Hell, am I enough?

I trace the color splashed ink on his skin, curious as to know if each one has a significant meaning. As my fingers brush lines on his forearm, he begins to stir. His soft snoring turns into quiet groaning, and the arm that was just a second ago squeezing me tightly extends out into a long stretch. Right when I think he's going to get up, he plops back down into his original position.

"Good morning..I think." I state, not sure if he's fully awake or not.

"Mmm..good morning." He croaks, rubbing his eye. Followed by a very loud and over exaggerated yawn. The yawn was so loud and obnoxious that I place my hand over his mouth and smile.

"Your brothers are probably still asleep, so hush."

"Leave me alone." He whines, pushing off my hand and shoving his face into my hair. When he sighs, I feel his breath on my neck. I giggle at the slight tickling sensation.

As cute as this is, I definitely don't like staying in bed for too long. Besides, I'm getting hungry.

"Come on, get up. I'm hungry." I begin to wiggle around to wake him up a bit more.

"Stop it." He grumbles.

I manage to break free from his grip to get up, but just before I can push myself up off the bed a swift hand snatches my wrist.

"Dammit, Luke."

I use my other hand to grab onto his arm and try to pull him out of bed, literally. No matter how hard I pull, he only manages to budge a few centimeters. Teasingly, he begins to snore as I pathetically continue to try to drag him off.

"Why. Won't. You. Get. Up." I say in between tugs.

"Is that all you've got?" He says opening up one eye.

"It's too early to be made fun of, stop."

"It's too early to be up, period."

"Ugh, I give up." I groan dropping his arm, which is still clutching my wrist. I plop myself down on the floor, sitting criss cross applesauce. I let out a sigh, giving my wrist one last tug. Not even a few seconds later, Luke begins to inch himself closer to the edge of the bed with his eyes closed.

"Oh god, don't." I plea. He ignores me and scoots his body to the edge. Half of his body begins to spill over on top of me and the rest follows shortly. He successfully pushed me down and now he's laying on top of me, pretending to be asleep. I can't push him off because he's too heavy.

His face squishes my cheek making it hard to yell at him to get off of me. "Get off!"

Thankfully, he lifts his head but doesn't remove himself from me completely. I throw him a glare and he laughs at me, of course.

"There you go with that face again." He notes, shaking his head. I roll my eyes at the little quirk he gets from my habits.

Then he catches me off guard by pressing a quick gentle kiss on my nose. "You're cute when you're mad."