WAYWARD - L.H

seventy four

Luke laid down on the bed with me straddling him, I rest my head on his chest.

"What are you doing?" He asks,

"Shh"

He didn't move.

"No, seriously though, what are you doing?"

"I'm listening to your heart beat" I concentrated.

He tilted my chin, now my chin is resting on his chest as I stare at him, looking up as he look down on me.

"You don't have to" He smiles.

"But I want to, why don't I have to anyways?"

"Because it only beats for you and only you, okay?" His voice was so warm and I could just stay like this with him forever.

I smiled moving closer, leaning in, our lips collided and I couldn't ask for more.

His hands trails on the small of my back lifting my shirt. I let him. My hands trying to unbuckle my pants, taking him by surprise.

"A-are you sure you want to do this??" His voice a little husky just thinking about how sexy it sounds just drive me crazier than I already was for him.

I couldn't speak I'm too caught up in the moment. I just nodded yes.

He grabs my bum rubbing his hands on it up and down as I lower my jeans, I arch my back as I feel my body ignite from his touch.

He starts to unbuckle himself so he shifted the both of us now he's the one straddling me. "I've always wanted to do this to you, Mrs. Hemmings" He kisses my collarbone.

I arch my back again as his warm breath sends chill all over my body.

Our doorbell rang causing him to groan.

"Pizza's here" He muttered.

*

"Morning, Ellie!" I exclaimed as soon as the elevator door opened.

"Phoebe!" She smiles handing me coffee and offering me some croissants, ham and cheese.

When I got in my office I saw Connor standing by my table filling up some files, making sure they wouldn't fall.

"Hey, Connor!" I greeted him.

"Morning!" His smile was warm.

"What's that for?" I asked,

"More things for you and I to edit." He laughs, "Since I'm being nice enough to only give you 12 to do so and 15 for me, I think you should buy me a drink"

"I'd love to but not today, maybe tomorrow night or so?"

"Yeah, sure!"

"I'm busy moving my things you know since-"

"What do you mean?" He asks, his brows knitted on the center.

I mentally face palmed myself, "I kind of..left the Delta's house" I cleared my throat.

"And?"

"I moved in with Luke" I can feel my face heating up and I don't know why, this isn't something to be embarrassed about to be honest.

He didn't speak or even move.

"Are you okay, Con?" I asked,

"Yeah, sure" He smiled but it faded quickly. He left my office and I just shrugged at the thought.

Time went fast I finished reading at least 7 books that needs to be edited and retyped. Its 5:17 and I still have 13 home works to do and a little grocery shopping to get done.

I told my goodbyes to my co workers and I left the building for the nearest grocery store which was a few blocks away.

I immediately grab some microwavable goodies like lasagna and white sauced pasta, some vegetable and apples, a cartoon of milk, more cereals and soap. This is the first time for me to go inside this Al's supermarket, I think its nice, I'm going to be a regular here.

I grabbed the paper bags and placed them all in my car.

The drive back to the flat was a little hassle because there was already traffic blocking me. It took me 30 mins to get back home. I think Luke wouldn't look pleased once he sees me its already 8:30 and that man is surely hungry.

Once I parked the car at the basement parking, I carried these two heavy paper bags and some of my binders that I needed to read and work on.

I pressed button number 28 and waited for the elevator door to open.

I knocked more than a few times but Luke wasn't answering the door.

I was so pissed so I placed everything I was holding on the floor just to open the freaking knob!

I groaned as I bend back down to get everything and I shut the door using my left foot and my back.

"Luke?" I exclaimed again, rolling my eyes as I place the paper bags on the kitchen counter, leaving only the binders on my hand and my bag slinging on my shoulder.

I searched the living room but GE wasn't there. He must be in the bedroom.

"Luke?" I softly muttered as I open the door slowly,

He was sprawled on bed, half of his body covered by the duvet, he was curled into a ball while few sheet music were scattered on the floor and others were on a pile by the side table. What was he doing?

I placed my bag by his feet and I started cleaning up his mess.

I picked every single music sheet was on the floor, I didn't want to be nosy but I couldn't resist talking a peek.

I glanced on the paper on tap. It was Luke's hand writing, it was messy and I can't somehow read it but this one line really caught my eye.

I dedicate this song to you the one who never sees the truth that I can take away your hurt, heart break girl

I remember him singing these lines when he was following me home back in Manhattan when I was humming to-

"What are you doing?!" I jumped in surprise.

"Nothing I was just picking it up, i-it was on the floor and I was j-just-" He grabbed the papers away from my hand, mixing it together and he shoved it all in the drawer,

"Never touch my things without my permission" He clears his throat, his voice serious, he was scary.

I nodded, "I'll just c-cook dinner, I'll just...yeah..call y-you if its ready" I immediately made my way to the walk in closet and changed my clothes before going to the kitchen.

*

I munched on my home made garlic bread as I spread some Parmesan cheese on the pasta that was in front of me. I avoided eye contact with Luke but it was impossible, he was sitting across me. I'm still not used to living together with him, i don't even know why I'm feeling this uneasy.

"Babe, I'm sorry I snapped on you awhile ago" He grabs my hand as he drew circles on the back of it with the pad of his thumb.

I smiled, "No, it was my fault. I just hate it when things are being messy and unorganized so I just kind of..got carried away I guess, so don't worry" It was true tho.

He just stared at me for awhile and I'm blushing again, I'm still not use to do this, living together, being his girlfriend, homeschooling and work.

"What?" I asked brushing my hair away from my face.

"I want to do something" He exclaims, before I could protest and taste my food, I found myself being held on the wrist and being dragged into the bedroom.

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Holy Shit