aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Seven

Becca's POV

I sat there, on the bed, with Luke next to me. I wish he hadn't paid for my phone, that kinda bothers me but I don't bring it up. The picture he took of himself for his contact was really cute, so was Calum's.

I feel the mattress sink lower in Luke's weight as he shifts to a more comfortable position, I lay down in my usual spot at night even thought it's only 2 or 3 o'clock. It's not like I'm going to bed or anything.

I feel like somebody is watching me so I look up and see Luke staring at me, smiling. I blush but smile back. "Yes?" I ask.

"You're cute," He confesses sheepishly, still staring and didn't blink once despite the small breeze flowing in from the open window. I blush again at his response.

"Thanks," I smile, "you are too."

"Thanks," Luke chuckles back. He lays down next to me and wraps his toned arms around me, I hold him just as tightly. Luke kisses my hair, his lips lingering for at least 10 seconds before he pulls away. I love all these small gestures, randomly holding and kissing me, also the many showers of compliments he pours onto me, making my heart melt as I do the same with him. I told myself Luke was the one and so far nothing is changing that.

"What are you thinking about?" He whispers, sensing that I'm swimming in the deep end of my thoughts.

"You," I say. Luke smiles.

"I do that a lot, but with you," Luke says. I lightly peck his shoulder and he squeezes me tighter but more comfortably. "I have another two friends I want you to meet."

"What are their names?" I ask.

"Michael and Ashton," Luke says. "They live in separate houses but across the street from each other, a few blocks away from my house."

"Okay. When do we meet?" I ask.

"We can go up to Mike's place tomorrow?" Luke suggests.

"Okay, but make sure he's okay with it," I say. Luke nods and pulls his phone out of his back pocket, not moving from the position though. He holds his phone up behind me and before I know what he's doing, I hear the camera click. I giggle.

Luke goes to text Michael, who said he's okay with us coming over tomorrow and that he would make sure "Ash" is there. I smile as Luke puts his phone away, draping his arms back around my waist and staying like that.

"We should do this more often," I say, smiling into Luke's chest.

"Do what?" He asks.

"Just... Lay down and hold each other," I explain.

"Yeah, I get cingulomania," Luke replies. What the hell is cingulomania?

"What's that?" I ask.

"Cingulomania is a strong desire to hold someone in your arms," He smiles, making me blush. "And I'm not making it up, I read it somewhere."

"Aww," I say, I can't help it. Luke is just adorable. He chuckles and kisses my forehead like he does a lot and I peck his lips. I was about to lay my head back on his chest, but he tilts my head up and smirks before kissing my lips.

I kiss him back and I don't regret anything of it, I love kissing Luke. A lot. Luke's full lips move in slow motions like mine are, we are taking it easy but sweetly. I smile into the kiss, Luke takes the chance and pushes his tongue through my open lips, I gasp and he chuckles. It's quite an odd feeling but I like it. His tongue fights mine in a dominance battle, him obviously winning, and we lay there for minutes upon minutes; just kissing and holding each other as tight as humanly possible, and the bruises on my back and arms mainly disappeared so it's not like I'm in pain. Even if I was, I would not tell him in fear of him letting go.