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sixteen

[contains sexual content]

"Are you sure you're fine getting home?" Crystal asked me.

"Yeah," I waved her off. "I'm just gonna call an Uber."

"Okay, well call if you need anything," she said, hugging me tightly. "I have to get my child to bed."

I laughed at Michael, who sprawled across the floor, snores falling from his lips. "Thank you."

She nodded. "See you later."

I moved, stumbled, down the stairs and outside. I was about to call an Uber when an idea popped into my head.

Luke's house was right down the street, like six blocks, I would easily walk there and give him a piece of my mind.

I started walking, focusing on getting there instead of the alcohol that flooded through my veins, making me stumble down the street.

Eventually, I made it there, out of breath and tired. I knocked on the door, putting my hands on my hips as I waited for him to open it.

The door opened and he stood on the other side, his blonde hair a mess, his usually bright blue eyes red and puffy. 

His eyes widened at the sight of me, pulling the door closer to him. "Arabella, what are you doing here?"

"How could you just leave me like that?" I asked him, my hands still on my hips.

"Arabella-" 

"I don't care if I can't remember every single moment we've had together, I just know that I love you," I said as he looked up, his eyes meeting mine. "I know that. Even if I can't full heartedly look you in those fucking blue eyes and tell you I love you, I know, I just know that I love you. And you can't just walk away because you don't think you're good enough."

"You don't even know me." He whispered softly.

"I want to know you," I breathed. "I want to hear about your interests, your favorite things, your problems, your thoughts. I want to see the pale blue of your eyes up close, glimmering as you speak softly and carelessly. I want to be the reason behind your smile, rendering me speechless as those damn dimples appear on your cheeks. I want to be the one to sing along to radio with you, laughing as we try to hit all of the notes on key."

I ran a hand through my hair, tears falling down my cheeks as I continued. "I want to hold your hand, for hours upon hours, never letting go. I want to wake up to your raspy morning voice, watching as you wipe the sleep from your eyes. I want to be the one to touch your soft lips with mine, hearing your breath catching in your throat as you move closer. I want to run my hands through your soft hair, detangling the blonde mess and smile as you close your eyes. I want to be the one to hold you close late at night, when your demons come out to haunt you. I want to wipe your tears away, when the thought become too much to handle. I want to lay my head on your chest, listening to the heartbeat of the person who has somehow enchanted me with their mere existence. I want to be there for you, with you, near you, constantly. I want to learn every single things about you."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his apartment, his lips pressing against mine. 

I kissed back, my arms going around his neck and into his hair. He hooked his hands underneath my thighs, lifting me up and pressing my back into the door. 

He moved his lips down to my neck, sucking softly at the skin. I moaned, tugging softly at his hair. We continued to kiss for what felt like ages, our breaths becoming heavier, our lips never leaving each others. 

He pulled us from the door, moving effortlessly down the hall and into his bedroom, dropping me gently onto the bed. He easily moved himself on top of me, his lips moving passionately against mine.

He moved a hand underneath my shirt, making me shiver underneath his cold fingers. He kissed my lips gently before moving down to my neck, easily finding my sweet spot, causing a loud moan to fall from my lips.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He easily slipped a hand into my shorts, his fingers pressing into my heat. I hissed softly at the feeling, my fingers digging into his bare shoulder.

"Fuck, baby," he whispered, kissing my lips softly. "Already so wet for me."

Shivers broke out across my body as his words, my fingers pulling at his hair. He moved his fingers in a figure eight motion on my clit, making whimpers easily tumble from my mouth.

I sat up, pulling his hand from my shorts as I tugged my shirt over my head, moving so that I was now hovering over him. I moved a hand down, palming him through his skin-tight black jeans.

He whimpered softly, making me bit my lip to stop from smiling. I hooked fingers into the waistband on his jeans, pulling them down his legs. Once I got to the calves, they got stuck.

"Jesus fuck, Luke, you have to wear jeans this tight?"

He smiled and shrugged, effortlessly pulling the material from his legs, tossing them across the room. I moved back over him, easily removing his boxers and throwing them in another heap of clothes somewhere in the room.

I wrapped my fingers around his hardened length, causing him to whimper quietly, looking at me. I smiled, pumping him softly before taking the head in my mouth.

He threw his head back against the mattress, balling the sheets up in his hands.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned loudly. "I need you, now."

He grabbed my forearms, pulling me to the top of the bed, rolling over and hovering over me again. He trailed kisses down my neck and onto my chest, unclasping my bra. He pulled my shorts and undies from my legs in one go, laughing as he got them caught on the lamp.

He moved himself between my legs, smiling down at me. "Still on the pill, babygirl?"

I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pressed his forehead against mine, easily sliding inside me. We both shared a groan at the contact, his lips pressing softly against mine.

Everything about this felt so familiar. Felt so good. He knew my body so well, every spot that made me go wild, every place to put his lips, he knew them all. 

"You can move now." I breathed, my hands moving into his hair.

He quickly obliged, pulling all the way out before snapping his hips against mine. We both let out a moan, his face digging into the crook of my neck as I threw my head back in pleasure.

He set a slow and intimate pace, snapping his hips gently and deeply against mine.

"I love you so much," he breathed into my neck, pressing soft kisses to my collarbones. "I love you."

"I love you." I whispered softly, memorizing the way his body felt pressed against mine. The feeling of having him love me.

We finished soon after, Luke collapsing on top of me, his hot breath fanning across my chest.

I bursted into a fit of giggles, causing Luke to look up at me, a smile on his lips. I looked up at his hair, starting to laugh harder.

"What?" he smiled at me. "What's so funny, babygirl?"

I shook my head. "Nothing," I smiled, brushing his hair back. "You just-you look really good right now."

"So do you." He winked, moving over beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into his chest. 

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder before sighing deeply, starting to fall asleep. 

"Love you." He whispered, his voice hushed and quiet.

I just smiled, intertwining my fingers with his as I closed my eyes, committing this feeling to memory.

"Love you too." I whispered, but I was sure he didn't hear me, he had already fallen asleep.