aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Eight

Luke's POV

Becca gasped and pulled away from me, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Just when I thought I had said the wrong thing, the corners of her mouth turn up into a smile and she kisses my cheeks before saying, "Really?"

"Yes, Becca. Really," I confirm.

"Well lucky you, because I love you too, Luke," she smiles, making me smile and nearly suffocate her in a bone-crushing hug, I'm smiling like crazy now. When I release her, I check the time; nearly 9. Gosh, it's been that long?

"Are we still going to Mike's house tomorrow?" I ask, remembering my friends and wanting Becca to meet them.

"Definitely," Becca smiles and straddles me, I secure my hands around her waist and hers go around my neck. Is it odd that I love sitting like this, or even standing like this? I love having her arms around my neck and her on my lap, but she's so short so I have to duck down to kiss her even if we're standing?

"Kiss me," I chuckle. Becca's smile grows and her lips find their way to mine, she's all I need right now. I kiss her back, it's like we were made for each other and this was all supposed to happen (minus the massive abuse). I tug on her bottom lip when she pulls away to catch her breath, she giggles and locks her lips to mine again and doesn't move from there. I stand up with her still straddling me, my hands on the back of her thighs to hold her up.

I lay her down on our bed, not breaking the kiss, so I'm hovering on top of her and leaning on my arms for support.

"What're you doing, Luke?" Becca asks.

"Relax, I'm just changing position," I assure her. She kisses me again and I move my lips in synch with hers until my hands are aching like crazy, I collapse beside her.

"You're a really good kisser, considering I'm your first," Becca laughs and turns her head to face me.

"I could tell," I smirk. Becca playfully shoves my chest and laughs. I lay and stare at her for a few minutes.

"I'm tired," Becca yawns after 10 minutes.

"Goodnight, love," I say.

"Goodnight Luke," she smiles and crawls under the duvet next to me, I get under the blanket too and kiss her forehead. "I love you," she adds softly.

"I love you," I reply and she lays her head on my chest. I rest my arm on hers and she reaches up, grasping tightly onto my hand and we fall asleep like that.

At 9 a.m. the next day I wake up, squinting because of the bright light the window offers me. I groan and see Becca walk out of the bathroom, dressed and ready for the day.

"Morning love," I say.

"Morning Luke," Becca replies, smiling widely. This must me our thing, the morning and goodnight thing we say.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you too," Becca adds and I smile. I sit up and climb out of bed, stretch and peel my shirt off. I walk to the bathroom and put it into the hamper, then brush my teeth and run my hands through my hair like I do every morning.

"We need to leave at 12," I remind Becca and she nods, then hands me the clothes I asked her to get from my bag.

I pull on the dark jeans and black t-shirt, also the white beanie that Becca also has. If you hadn't already noticed, I'm obsessed with beanies.

It's 9:30 by the time we're both completely ready, I am sitting on the bed and scrolling through Tumblr on my phone. Becca plops down beside me and she looks over my shoulder see what I'm now laughing at.