"Honey, we're back", your mother yelled as they got inside. They kicked their shoes off and immediately headed for the living room. They sunk into the couch as your dad turned on the telly. Nothing interesting was on it, but hey - if it keeps them busy, then so be it.
You make a disgusted grimace knowing the story behind that couch and now your parents were watching TV from it without a worry in the world. You thought of the bare sweaty skin and the light screeching noises the couch created earlier.
"Are you alright?", your mum asks. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, "Yeah, it's just..." You don't finish your sentence, instead find your way back to your room. You drag yourself up a flight of stairs wanting to stay in bed more than anything.
You jumped in the soft sheets of your bed and crossed your arms over your chest. You replayed the scenes over and over in your mind. The peaceful silence upstairs was broken by some unusual noises, although they were quite familiar to you now. You get up and tiptoe towards the sound of some moans. You stop at the open window pushing a curtain aside with your hand.
"Luke, what on earth are you doing?", you squeal through your teeth gripping at the windowsill with your other hand.
"Huh?", his confused voice was heard from somewhere in there.
"Dude are you...", you stutter frowning and he cuts you off, "Yeah, I'm thinking of you, do you mind?" You blush completely and feel air getting stuck in your throat. "Yeah, I'll just... let you have your fun", you say as you fulfill that and drag the curtain back on. You turn your back on the window and start laughing, not being able to help it.
"I love your laugh and all that, but it's not helping me right now", you hear Luke comment distantly.
You cover your mouth and close your y/c/n suppressing the laughter, before you apologised insincerely. "I'm oh, so sorry Hemmings."
You turned back around peeking through the curtains seeing him shirtless and sitting himself up on the bed. His piercing blue eyes turned towards your window as he implied, "Unless you plan on being a helping hand here, I'd appreacite it if you would stop interrupting me."
You stopped to think for a moment and decided to be cruel just a bit. "Hey, you", you said parting the two curtains and he watched you closely. You grinned and lifted up your shirt flashing him, and when you saw him gasp you left his sight and jumped back on your bed. You've taken out your headphones and played some music to drown out the sound of your name being followed by some moans.
You covered your blushing face squealing quietly, then when you calmed down you seriously mumble, "Oh God, I might develop a crush on him."
