Cherry / l.h ✔️

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~Violet's POV~

Luke knocked on my bedroom door, "Hurry up!" He yelled. I rolled my eyes, shimmying into my dress. "I'm not dressed yet!" I exclaimed, trying to pull my dress up over my chest. After a few minutes of struggling, I finally got it on. I huffed to myself, feeling like this dress was tighter now than when I'd bought it. Perhaps it shrank when I washed it.

"Are you done?" Luke whined, lazily banging his fist on my door. I quickly grabbed a pair of shoes and my purse, swinging the door open and shooting Luke an unamused look. "Yes, you giant baby." I sighed, his eyes scanning my figure from head to toe. "That dress doesn't look too comfortable." He observed.

I shrugged, "Well, it wasn't too easy to get on, either." I admitted, stepping past him as I flicked off the light and shut my bedroom door. "Well, let's go." Luke said, nodding towards the stairs as he stepped to the side, allowing me to go first. I wandered down the stairs and grabbed my house key off of the table, exiting the house with him behind me. I locked the door and put the key into my purse, heading to Luke's car.

We began the drive to Luke's house, since he liked to host parties a lot. I didn't put my shoes on until he parked in the driveway, quickly slipping them onto my feet before getting out of the car. I followed Luke up the driveway, taking my purse with me so I could just put it in his bedroom. We entered the house, his hands gripping onto my waist as he pulled me in front of him. I headed up to his room, leaving my purse on his bed and then closing the door as I left. "Where are the boys at?" I asked Luke, looking up at him.

He shrugged, "I dunno." He said, and I frowned, heading downstairs with him behind me. Luke's hands found my waist again as I walked through the very crowded living room, slipping down to my hips. I went into the kitchen, sighing quietly as we were finally out of the crowd. I leaned against the counter, watching Luke open a bottle of vodka and take a drink.

"Do you always have to drink?" I asked, and he set the bottle behind me on the counter top. He caged me against the counter by placing his hands on either side of me on the counter, my head tilted up slightly to look at him.

"Do you always have to not drink?" He retorted, which made me raise a brow. "I've drank before, remember?" I reminded. He hummed, softly brushing his lips over mine. "Hardly." He whispered. I could feel my heart hammering away in my chest, "I d-" I started, but he cut me off by gripping the back of my neck, pressing his lips against mine. I gasped a little, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth.

I paused for a second before resting one hand lightly on his chest as the other tangled around his neck, my finger nails slightly digging into his upper back. He dropped his hands down to my hips, rounding them to my lower back as he pulled me closer.

His tongue pushed against mine, his mouth tasting of vodka. He pulled away for a second, his tongue softly licking at my open mouth. I began laughing, pulling my head away from him. "What on earth are you doing?" I laughed, and he didn't answer, instead tilting my head up towards him and kissing me again.

Once he lightly licked at my mouth again, his tongue brushing against mine, I couldn't help but to laugh again. "That tickles!" I exclaimed, and he grinned down at me. "Are you wearing chapstick or something?" He asked, making me frown in confusion. "Uh, yeah." I shrugged. "Why?" I asked. He rubbed the bottom of my back, his eyes darting down to my mouth for a second before meeting mine again. "I can taste it on your mouth." He said.

I didn't respond, not really sure what to respond to that with. "What flavor is it?" He asked, his thumb lightly tracing the shape of my mouth. "Um.." I mumbled, clearing my throat. "Cherry." I said eventually.

Luke's lips formed into a smile, "Huh." He said, "Little Cherry uses cherry chapstick." He chuckled, making me roll my eyes. "You're stupid." I sighed.