October.
I was bewildered for just a short moment but recovered shortly after and immediately wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer. I didn't dare try to push down the flame that flared inside of me the minute his soft, pink lips met my plump ones. It was like when I had accidentally touched the metal part of my lamp plug while it was still in the electrical outlet (irrelevant at this moment, but it was one time, trust me). A wave of electricity traveled throughout my body and instead of cursing at myself repeatedly, I wanted more, god, I wanted more.
I had longed for this. I waited until he was ready like a patient, good person and man, was the outcome amazing. The way his lips were so soft against mine, and the way they moved in such a precise way that you'd wish you could go without oxygen for a good six minutes or something like that, so you wouldn't have to pull away. He knew what he was doing. Whereas I was hanging onto the remaining luck that I had with me today, hoping that I was just as good of a kisser than he was.
His arms were around me, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. Looks like we both have been waiting for this moment to happen. His one hand rested tightly around my waist and the other was pulling on the sweatshirt he had lent me, trying to get us as close as possible (which was quite hard at this case, when there wasn't even a centimeter of space between us) and I realized how I loved the way that he held on to me, like he was afraid I was going to fall through his fingertips. It made me feel special, like I'm actually worth something, and I am enjoying that feeling.
We both pulled away to catch our breaths, Luke leaning in to rest his forehead against mine, beaming widely like a little kid during Christmas, and I mirrored his actions.
"So, I-I'll uh, call you or something?" He asked. I nodded and handed him my phone while he gave me his, and I typed in my number along with my name as a contact and handed it back to him, and he did the same, contentment radiating off of the both of us.
"Goodnight, October Winters." he bid, kissing my cheek once more, as he grabbed my hand and kissed it, squeezing it before slowly walking down the stairs backwards, holding onto the railing and tripping twice.
I crossed my arms over my chest, biting my lip, trying to keep my cool and excitement inside. "Goodnight, Luke Hemmings." I replied giggling. He finally made it down the steps and walked backwards, grinning at me like an idiot until he turned a corner, where I heard a 'yes!' in the distance.
I brought my fingers up to my lips, where there was still a faint flicker of that familiar warm feeling he always gave me. The thought of where we stood in our relationship started to come to my mind. Now what were we? Would I have to bring it up soon?
One thing at a time, October, I mentally remind myself, trying to steady my figure. My head was in the clouds and my lips felt beautifully numb.
I entered my apartment - which was dark, knowing Michael didn't want too many lights turned on otherwise his "sensitive eyes" would get irritated and he'd get a migraine. I walked into the living room to find Michael sprawled out on my couch with a duffel bag as his foot rest and the couch pillows for his head. I felt bad, he is my best friend and I haven't been spending much time with him like I used to. I'll apologize tomorrow. Now, I was beat, tired yet satisfied with today's events. I walked into my room, got ready for bed and fell asleep with Luke's sweatshirt still on my body and a silly grin set on my face.
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Tuesday morning, Bruce had called us saying that he had hired a new worker at the café and mentioned and I quote, "you guys have the day off today. Don't want to scare her off with your immature behaviour." I was going to snap back when I realized, he was right.
