"You're making it really hard to love you, you know that right?" I groaned, turning around as I realized what I said. "I meant, um, to like be around you."
"I know what you meant." He laid back down on my bed as I instructed him to turn around on his stomach and not look at me while I'm naked and changing. "But I also think you meant what you didn't mean." The pillow muffled his sentence.
"Nope, thats not the case." I slipped into a large t-shirt and a pair of standard blue underwear. They weren't anything special, or 'awesome' as Luke would say.
When I was done changing, I climbed on top of Luke's back and began to rub his shoulders. "I don't see why you can sit on top of me with no pants but you can't just show me your boobs once or twice.... or three times... preferably a lot of times.." I swat his back as he grabbed my ankles in his hands, squeezing them whenever I got to that sensitive spot, causing him to tense up.
"When you look at me, is the word 'boobs' written on my forehead? Are boobs the only thing you think about?" I chuckled as his grasp on my ankles became firmer.
"I'm a guy, Emma. Of course boobs're all I think about." He turned his head to the side, resting his cheek on the pillow as his smile turned up in to a smirk. "But don't get me wrong, your personality is what hooked me, not just your boobs."
"How many more times are we going to say 'boobs'?" I laughed, leaning down to peck his cheek.
"Probably six or seven." He chuckled, awkwardly turning around underneath me so I was straddling his waist, not his back. "Boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs."
"Did you get it out of your system?" I chuckled as he rested his hands on top of my thighs.
Luke took a deep breath before answering me. "No."
"Thought so." I grabbed his hands in mine, intertwining our fingers. "Things aren't going too fast are they?" I curled my toes, tucking them under his legs.
"Em. I've barely even touched you. No, things aren't going too fast." He sat up with me still in his lap. I think this is my favorite position with him. It was comfortable for me, and I think he only liked it because my crotch was pressed to his.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I sighed.
"Why? Is something wrong?" He asked, rubbing my hips.
"No, everything is fine! I was just wondering!" I smiled, pressing my lips to his quickly. I didn't think things were necessarily going too fast. I just wanted to know if he thought things were. I think we're at a steady pace with this. Not agonizingly slow or unbearably fast. Just right.
The subtle kiss quickly turned into a sloppy little make out on my bed, pretty casual, as his hands roamed around my back. "See, this is fine." I pushed his shoulders so he laid flat on the bed as I crawled up his body, cupping his face in my hands.
I could feel Luke slowly sliding his hands under my t-shirt, lifting it up as his hands grazed my bare back, forcing goosebumps to arise on my skin. "Are you trying to take off my shirt?" I mumbled as I sloppily moved my lips with his.
He nodded and muttered an 'mhm' as he lifted my shirt over my head. "Emma.." He gulped pretty loudly. I could practically feel his throat move up and down.
"What, Luke?" I gently bit down on his lip, pulling back to look him in the eyes.
"I.... I can see your boobs." He bit his lip as his eyes trailed down my torso, mainly focusing on one specific area.
"And that's seven." I stated, earning a chuckle from him.
"And I just became like ten times happier." He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and used the other arm to wrap around my back as he kissed me eagerly. "If you know what I mean.."
