this is a long one fellas, buckle up originally this was going to be longer and in one part but i decided not to make it 7,000 words long and cut it in half lol enjoy :)
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HILL HOUSE, NOW
Camille woke up in a foreign bed in a foreign room. Steve and her managed to calm Luke down enough to board him onto a plane back to Massachusetts. And after the six hour flight, they booked a hotel room and immediately crashed. It was already midday by the time landed, and when Camille woke up, it was half-past six — they needed to be at Shirley's in an hour. The sky outside was dark and it was storming and Camille wanted nothing more to stay in bed.
She turned to face the sleeping man next to her and smiled. It had been awhile since the couple shared a bed. Camille missed the feeling of waking up and feeling warm, seeing as Luke was like her personal heater. She put a soft head to his stubbly cheek and ran her thumb over his cheekbone.
It was weird seeing Luke clean. He'd been doing drugs for so long, it was hard for Camille to remember a time he was actually sober. But he was good and he was doing better than he'd ever been — Millie couldn't have been prouder.
With a sigh, she quietly got out of bed. She debated on waking Luke up as well but decided against it; he'd hard a hard night and an ever rougher morning, so she let him sleep. Camille showered and put on a bit of makeup, before pulling on an over-sized sweater and jeans.
It wasn't until she had finished getting ready that Luke finally woke up. He stirred a bit and put his head on her side of the bed, only to find she wasn't there anymore. He shot up with a start when he realised Camille wasn't at his side, thinking that last night was a dream and that he was still at the rehab centre. But he calmed down at the sight of her across the room.
She laughed lightly as she put in her earrings. "You're the heaviest sleeper I think I've met."
"It's a gift," Luke shrugged before tiredly rubbing at his eyes. "What time is it?"
"A little after seven."
Luke swung his legs off the side of the bed. "You think I have enough time to take a shower?"
Camille shrugged, slipping on some black flats. "You have about twenty-five minutes."
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier? We could've showered together."
Millie rolled her eyes at his suggestive comment, though she truly would've like to spend time with her boyfriend in the shower. "How about you stop being so cheeky and put on your clothes. Steve is probably coming down soon."
She threw to him a flannel and a pair of jeans that hit Luke square in the chest before he caught them with a chuckle. He put them on, along with some shoes and a black jacket.
