Mrs All American - luke

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The annoying beep of my alarm going off the next morning wakes me up and Luke next to me complains. I hit snooze and become aware of the soreness between my legs as I lay there and Luke sleeps. I'm also aware of the fact that I'm in just my underwear.

Being as quiet as I can, I leave the bed, put on my bra, and tip toe all the way to India's room, who I'm thankful isn't there, and look through her dresser.

When I find what I'm looking for, I head to the kitchen, take the pill and then go to the living room where I pick up Luke's shirt and slide it on. Luke is still in bed when I head back to my room and lay next to him again.

I should probably be getting ready for school, but instead here I am. In bed. My mind is currently all over the place. All I can think about is Luke Luke Luke and last night. I know that what we did wasn't the smartest thing, especially since we're still both so young. I'm not saying I regret it, because I don't in any way.

Luke was perfect last night. From the way he kissed every single inch of my face to he way he held my hands and said my name.

As much as I hate to say it, India was right about last night.

Next to me, Luke hums and drapes an arm over my waist, pulling me so my back presses to his chest. His chin rests on my shoulder and the stubble forming there tickles the side of my neck.

"Luke, I have to get up," I whisper and he whines as his hold gets tighter. I hadn't expected him to be as gentle and sweet as he was last night, but I'm glad he was. I was confused about every thing going on between us and now I don't even know what to think. All I know is that I'm glad he's here. "Come on, Luke."

"Stay in bed. All day. With me," he mumbles into the back of my shoulder. His hand rests on the curve of my body, where he squeezes. "Are you wearing my shirt?" He asks and I nod.

He sits up and goes to reach for his jeans. "What are you doing?" I ask him as I sit up and he's at the end of my bed, looking down at his phone.

"I'm..." He trails off and then holds his phone up. "I took a picture of you," he says and gives me a smile, crawling across the bed and sitting in front of me.

"Luke, no, I probably look-"

I stop mid sentence when he takes another picture and give him a scowl, but he simply laughs. "Sam, baby, you look cute," he pouts.

My hands come up to hide my face, which I already know is bright red from his compliment. His hands grab mine and he pulls them down so they're resting on my lap. When I look at him, I notice the red mark I've left on the side of his neck and my face gets red again.

"What?" He chuckles and plays with my hands in his.

"Your neck," I tell him and point.

He shrugs. "You should see yours," he raises an eyebrow and I leave the bed, walking over to the bathroom.

When I take off Luke's shirt and set it down on the counter, I see what he means. Luke enters the bathroom, hugging me from behind as I stare at my neck and chest.

"How am I supposed to go to school with this?" I whine and he kisses from my shoulder to my neck. "Luke!" I shout when he sucks there and spin around.

He laughs and then says, "Wear a scarf." I scoff and Luke pouts. "Stay," he mumbles and places his hands on my hips. I'm so tempted to say yes, especially because of the way his hair is sticking all over the place and the way his lips are pouty again.

"I'll go over after school," I whisper as he leans down and leaves open mouth kisses to my neck and jaw. We stay quiet for a few seconds.

He pulls back and asks me, "How are you?"