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thirty-one

8 months later       [contains sexual content]

I grabbed the letter from the mailbox, nearly tripping as I walked up the stairs, ripping the envelope.

Bell,

Calum and I decided to go surfing for once yesterday.

Even though I look like I can surf, it's the opposite. Calum has a better chance of being good at it than me. We rented boards and got some wetsuits, all the essentials for a surfer.

We got out there and Calum had a ball with everything while I was screaming on the inside because I'm actually afraid of sharks. I was so scared one was going to come up and bite me.

I mean, people get bitten when they're in knee deep water and my feet can't even touch the ocean floor anymore, there was a high chance of me getting bitten.

To conclude, I didn't get bitten by a shark but I did cry. 

Calum called me a bitch and actually caught a few waves while I worked on my tan.

They are too many strange and dangerous animals in the ocean, it's scary, okay?

I'm taking a trip home soon, how are you? I miss you more and more everyday.

I love and miss you so much. 

                                                                                                                                  - Luke

***

I knocked on Michael's door, nearly jumping with joy at the thought of Luke standing on the other side.

In his letter, he told me he was taking a trip home soon, I didn't realize it would be the same day I received the letter.

Ashton called me, telling me that they were throwing a party for Luke and Calum that night. I dug through my closet, looking for something nice to wear.

Michael's opened the door, his hair now black instead of the faded red it was yesterday.

He smiled at me, quickly hugging me before shoving me towards Ashton, who also hugged me tightly.

As I hugged Ashton, I looked around the apartment, searching for his blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Ashton, let up mate." Michael whispered, cocking his head towards something.

I let go of Ash and turned around, his blue eyes instantly meeting mine. I quickly moved forward, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, nearly jumping off the ground.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me up as he held me tightly. He laughed against my neck as he set me back down, ducking his head to look at me.

I stood on my toes, pressing my lips against his. He pulled me closer as he kissed me back, a hand going to my face, the other holding my hip tightly.

God, it felt so good to be kissing him again. I've missed him so freaking much. 

He pulled back, his forehead resting against mine as I almost let tears fall because I was so excited to see him again. 

"Hi." He whispered softly, his nose brushing mine.

"Hi." I whispered back, hugging him tightly, my face digging into his neck.

I don't know how long we stood there, our arms wrapped around each other, just grateful to be in each other's arms again. 

"Alright, break it up, lovebirds!" Ashton whined, shoving drinks into our hands. "It's time to party!"

Two hours later, Luke and I were pretty drunk, listening to a wasted Ashton talk about this girl that broke his drum kit.

I've heard the story a hundred times, so I ended up heading to the bathroom to chill for a bit.

Someone wrapped their arms around my waist, pulling me into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, my back pressing against it.

I looked up, meeting Luke's blue eyes, his hand pulling me closer by my hips.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my neck, biting down softly. "I've missed you so fucking much."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my hands into his hair. "I've missed you more."

He pulled back and placed a soft kiss to lips. "I doubt that, love."

He leaned down and placed his hands on the back of my thighs, lifting me up and setting me on the counter. I winced at the freezing cold counter pressing against my hot skin.

He tugged my jean jacket off, pressing kisses to my exposed collarbones and shoulders. I pushed my hands underneath his shirt as he left marks on my neck, pulling the material over his head.

He pushed his hands underneath my dress, bunching the material around my waist. "Fuck, I need you, baby."

I pulled him closer, pressing my lips against his. I moved my hands to his pants, easily unbuttoning his jeans. He pushed them to his knees, along with his boxers.

I took his hard length between my hand, pumping it gently, Luke hissed, digging his face into my neck. "I'm not gonna last long if you do that."

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, tugging them down my legs. He pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, positioning himself at my entrance.

"You alright?" He asked, his fingers gripping my hips tightly.

I nodded, my fingers gripping his biceps as he slammed into me, a groan falling from his mouth.

He moved his lips against mine as he thrusted hard and quickly, both of us trying to get a release.

He pressed kisses down my neck, surely leaving plenty of marks. "I love you."

As he pressed a finger into my clit, I kissed his lips softly and returned the phrase, "I love you."

We both finished soon after, his hand over my mouth to stop the loud moans that fell from my mouth.

As I cleaned myself and Luke stumbled into his jeans, we both started laughing, which only ended up in Michael opening the door and then screaming.

"My counter?!" he screamed. "You two are disgusting!"

Luke and I only laughed harder.