The next morning, I walked back to Luke's cabin in hopes that he would want to hang out with me. I needed to get as close to him as possible. I knocked on the door frantically until a tired Luke answered complete with bags under his eyes and messy hair.
"You woke me up you dick," he whisper-shouted. Oops. He moved out of the way and let me in. I was greeted with King of the Hill on the flat screen.
"Holy shit! Bobby is my spirit animal...but so is Dale, ya feel me?" I asked a bit too enthusiastically for the rude awakening. Pun intended.
"I feel ya, but I'm more of a Boomhauer guy myself. I like how he talks so fast that no one understands him but everyone knows what he means," he uttered quietly. He was actually invested in this show which I found adorable. I'm from Australia obviously, so I found out about the show through my physical therapist from Texas who helped me through rehab when I broke my leg and tore my Achilles tendon.
"How do you know Kind of the Hill?" I inquired as his face flushed with obvious embarrassment. Can he get any cuter?
“It was on Netflix so I thought I’d give it a chance,” Luke responded. We sat watching, or at least he was watching. I was too mesmerized by his laugh and how it met his eyes every time. After the third episode ended, I checked the clock and found that it was already noon.
“Hey, do you wanna get something to eat? I had some cereal this morning but I haven’t seen you eat anything,” I asked. He nodded and scurried off to his room to get dressed. I texted my sister back home, she was probably with her gross boyfriend named Richie so she probably won't respond. Richie wore scarves and drop crotch jeans all the time. He looked like Justin Bieber’s rejected cousin.
When Luke returned, he was in tight, black skinny jeans that showed off his long, toned legs. As tight as my jeans already were, they were getting tighter by the second. To top it off, he wore a shirt that read “Destroy Yourself See Who Gives a Fuck” and black Vans. Restrain YOURSELF! We walked to the large dining hall while I tried to calm myself down. He ordered a grilled cheese sandwich or a ‘cheese toastie’ as he called it and I followed suit. Before I could take a sip of my water, Luke had devoured half of his sandwich and I couldn’t help but laugh, not giggle, I laughed. He looked at me questioningly before he ate the other half in record time.
“What should we do today, Lucas?” I asked slightly worried he wouldn’t like my new nickname for him.
“I think we should go canoeing,” he announced surprising me. He didn’t seem like the type of guy to suggest going canoeing, not that I had a problem with it. I could see us rowing out to a secluded part of the lake where moss and trees became an awning leaving a small opening for the light to caress his face as he leaned in to kiss me sliding his hand along my forearm. “Okay,” I answered with a short-lived smile due to me collecting my thoughts and remembering that he was not in fact into me...yet.
We changed into our trunks and Luke put a snapback on that will be the death of me. We got into one of the the long, wooden canoes that looked brand new along with the rest of the resort. I pushed the canoe into the water letting him see my back muscles contract. I turned to see him avert his eyes quickly as he tried to play it off but his flushed cheeks gave it away, he was looking at me. Straight my ass. We got in and immediately started moving toward the middle of the lake. He primarily rowed the boat because I was too busy watching how the little bit of hair that the hat didn’t tame, stuck to his forehead adhered by the sweat that had built up.
Luke then took off his tank top exposing his chest and broad shoulders that could carry the world like the Titan Atlas. I suddenly became too hot for my shirt and began to take off my NASA shirt I got last year. Not only did this give me a chance to exhibit my arms to Luke but also to make a show out of it. I lifted it just a little so he could see my hip on the right side and pulled it up just under my ribs. By now, I had caught his eye and wasn’t planning on stopping. I used my other hand to grab the other side crossing my arms and stood up so he could have a clear view. The boat wobbled a little, but I continued by slowly lifting it up and over my head. I threw it at him causing him to return to reality and the boat to continue to shake.
“Are you okay?” I asked with a knowing smirk.
“Yeah, I was just thinking,” he mumbled barely audible. There was no way he was just ‘thinking’.
Luke stood up too and dove into the water slightly splashing me causing goosebumps to appear where it had made contact. I jumped in before he thought I was staring at him swim, not that I wasn’t doing just that. The way the water ran across his back made it glisten and how his hair was no longer styled, but pushed back from him constantly running his fingers through it, I just wanted to die. The real question was how could you not stare?
Luke then decided to be an absolute god by putting his arms on the side of the boat and hoisting himself up letting the water cascade down his chest shining in the midsummer sun. Water dripped from his hair and clung to his forehead until he flicked his head to the side sending water everywhere. Once he got in the canoe, he looked at me and I could feel my heart stop all together.
"Are you gonna get out?" he asked. As much as I loved watching him, I could no longer get out without him seeing my situation. Just kill me now.
"In a second, I like the water," I lied eagerly trying to keep him from seeing my 'problem.' I swam around trying to get the pictures of him out of my head but it just made it worse because when I would move, there would be friction from the water. You should just drown yourself, it's a whole lot less terrifying than what would happen if you don't.
Luke threatened to leave me unless I got in the boat so I decided to get in as fast as I could and sit with my shirt in my lap. As I was putting my plan into action, my hand slipped off the side causing the boat to flip with Luke included. Instead of turning the boat back over and leaving, he took it as his chance to come over and splash water at me. I splashed back wanting to use the ripples to disguise my hard on.
He just got closer. Yup, I'm done. I'm gonna kill myself. He grabbed my shoulders and dunked me under the water roughly so I grabbed his (amazing) legs and pulled him under too so I could buy myself some time.
Instead of making my way to the canoe, I was pulled back but Luke's hand extremely high on thigh. He laughed one of the most beautiful laughs I could hear and I joined in. He splashed me again getting the murky water in my mouth.
"Hey! You got water in my mouth! Do you know how disgusting that is?" I shouted. It tasted like feet and I must say that I am not a fan of feet.
"It can't be as disgusting as other things that have been in your mouth," Luke retorted before he entered another fit of laughter. I gasped loudly, but couldn't help but agree.
I bet I could make you feel better than the sluts you've been with before with my mouth. I heard Luke choke on air.
"What did you just say?" he asked. Crap, you said that out loud! I decided I would play it off instead of letting myself get embarrassed.
"You heard me," I said with confidence. In return, he started giggling hysterically and grabbed my shoulders to dunk me again taking me by surprise.When I came back up, we were dangerously close and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I couldn't touch the bottom and I was getting kind of tired so thank god that Luke caught on because I would have passed out if he didn't put his hands on my hips to hold me. Thank god my situation had long been gone.
My breath caught but he couldn't hear it over my panting from my exhaustion. Before I could stop myself, my hand was pushing a price of hair out of his eyes leading to his piercing blue eyes to meet my chocolate ones. We stayed like this for a few seconds until Luke moved forward a bit and me following suit. He was centimeters away and his eyes flickered to my lips as often as mine did to his.
We both leaned in closing the gap. My lips were on his and his were on mine. My heart stopped. Time stopped. The world...stopped. There was no one else on earth for the few seconds that our lips connected. He pulled away and I've never missed something so deeply than the way I missed the feeling of his lips on mine.
