Terrible Habits

Which Part to Hate More.

I am into the apartment and I already know that it's going to be different than the last time I stayed here because this time I am high. I don't know if he sees it, I try not to make eye contact with him for very long. He lets me go into his room first to change into dry clothes. I strip off my wet t-shirt and jeans and look at myself in the mirror. My makeup is already smeared under my eyes from the pool, I should give up trying. I sigh then fall back down on the mattress and stare up at the ceiling. I hear a knock at the door, but don't turn to see Luke poke his head through.

"I thought you were changing," he says.

I roll over and face him. "I did....I changed out of my wet, dirty clothes," I smile and look at his face. His eyebrows lift and he shuts the door behind him. "Aren't you gonna come over?" I ask, propping myself up on my arm.

"I'm debating it," he says and I can hear the smile in his voice. I roll my eyes and push myself off the bed and walk towards him against the wall.

"I can do it up here too, you know?" I say, leaning against him.

"I think it would be better on the bed," he responds back, a smile still on his face.

"Now we're talking," I say and step back towards the mattress. I let my thighs touch and then I lay down on the soft surface.

I watch as he pulls his shirt off over his head and I flip my hair back over my shoulder.

He leans down over me and I press my hands against his chest, feeling the muscles underneath them. I close my eyes when he is close enough and I feel his warm breath fan across my face. I can tell he is less than inches from my lips when he speaks.

"You should sleep off those drugs, you'll feel better in the morning," he say. My eyes fly open in surprise and I feel my heart freeze in my chest. "You didn't think I would notice."

"I didn't think you would care," I roll my eyes and push away from him annoyed, I roll over to my other side, turning away from him. I can hear the drawers open and close and the sound of clothes rustling. I squeeze my eyes shut and reopen them when I feel the other side of the mattress sag. I feel his warm, strong arms wrap around me and my insides shudder. I roll over so that I am looking at him. His beautiful face inches from mine. "I'm not like looking for a relationship," I say, warning him.

"What?" he asks and his mouth pulls up into a smile.

"Just wanted to make that clear," I smile, content that he is ok with this arrangement.

"Why aren't you?" His question catches me off guard, you aren't supposed to ask questions, you are supposed to accept it. This was a guy's dream come true, wasn't it?

"I don't date, love is off limits," I shrug my shoulders and I think of Baz, it was the same words he said to me after our first time together, I repress the memory and focus back on the present with Luke.

"What if I try to change your mind?" he whispers in my ear and I smile.

I lean in closer. "Try, I dare you."