Want You Back

30.

I felt as if my heart was gonna burst from my chest.

Luke had texted me back, asking when we could meet, and I stupidly replied that he could come over tonight. Idiot.

I anxiously paced in my living room, stroking my hair

I needed to move, to do something, or else I would drive myself crazy just waiting.

I lit a candle on my coffee table and poured myself a tall glass of water, popping an Advil to help the headache forming behind my eyes. Glancing down at myself, I fought the urge to change clothes again. I hated to admit it, but I changed three times - I felt self-conscious in front of Luke now that I realized I still had feelings for him. I tried to dress casually and be comfortable; I was wearing a pair of comfy gray sweats and a fitted, cropped white tank top. Against my better judgement, I opted to not wear a bra and kept my hair up to stop myself from touching it.

After examining myself in the mirror for roughly seven minutes flat, I decided to try and relax and watch Netflix. I selected 'Queer Eye', and let myself sink into the cushions, hugging a pillow to my chest. The episode did little to keep my mind off of Luke and instead made me more anxious. Where was he? Was he still even coming?

Then, the sound of my buzzer.

I leapt to my feet a little too quickly and answered it with a breathless 'hello?'.

"Miss Chambers, there's a Luke Hemmings here to see you, shall I send him up?"

I exhaled the breath I'd been holding and smiled. "Yes, yes of course. Thank you."

The connection ended and then I was alone again with my nerves, my heart beating quick and my breathing shallow. At this rate, I was going to hyperventilate before Luke even walked through the door.

The episode of 'Queer Eye' continued to play in the background, the voices of the Fab 5 calming my nerves.

I walked towards my front door and rose up on my toes, peering through the peephole. I jerked back suddenly as Luke's face filled my vision, palms and neck sweating. I bit my lip as I unlocked the door, and then I opened it.

Fuck, was he tall. Even though I saw him only a few days ago, his height never ceased to amaze me, especially compared to my petite frame.

He smiled at me. "Hi."

"Hi." I smiled back, feeling my whole body begin to tingle and warm. "Um, please come in."

"Thanks."

I made my way back to the couch and put 'Queer Eye' on mute and curled up on the couch. Luke mimicked my actions and sat on the opposite end of me, reminding me so much of Michael's position only hours ago.

A wave of guilt flooded through me suddenly. I shouldn't feel this bad about a single kiss, Luke and I aren't even together.

But you're worried he won't want you once he finds out you kissed one of his best friends, a voice in my head whispered.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts and focusses on Luke again, forcing a smile.

"Thank you for coming." I looked down at my hands, "I know it was kind of last minute."

Luke leaned back into the couch, crossing an ankle over one of his knees. "Why'd you text me, Jazz? Just a few days ago you wanted nothing to do with me."

Ah, so we were getting right to it then.

"I had a change of heart."

"I can tell, but why?" He asked, baby blue eyes set on me.