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Twenty-Nine: a man can only take so much

Isabella's POV

Don't you dare cry over them Bella! Why? Why did I tell him! He's going to ask too many questions for my drunk mind to handle. Idiot! Why can't I keep one little secret from him, why? I don't like to swear but fuck! What do I do now? My mind was racing as I took the stairs to his apartment.

Why am I even at his apartment? He just should have brought me home. No, not after kissing me like that... I want to be with him, but my blabbering mouth had to make things complicated. I'm so confused and okay, now I'm officially crying. I thought as the tears spilled down my cheeks and I didn't even have a sleeve to wipe them away with.

I reached the door of Lukas's apartment and felt like my effort to escape the car was a bit too much for my drunk ass as I got dizzy the moment I stopped running. Out of breath I leaned my back against the door and I'm pretty sure it was the only thing keeping me from faceplanting the floor.

Damn I'm never drinking again; alcohol has ruined my life and now I'm ruining it first handed. But what does a promise mean if it's empty, lacking meaning, yet filled with unpredictable elements. I can make promises all I want but maybe there's no escaping the damage my parents already have done. The thought of maybe becoming addicts like my parents made me sob even harden. Stupid! One time doesn't make you an addict. And I knew that but still, it felt like the bottle was calling my name as soon as Olivia asked me to finish it. Like I wanted more, like I needed it.

My heartbeat quickened and my face heated up when I heard Lukas running down the hall, his footsteps louder by the second. I looked up through my eyelashes to see his worrying eyes observing my body as I was leaning against his door, unable to set another foot by myself. The dizziness swallowed me as I stumbled trying to get away from the door.

"Easy there." He said as his arms wrapped around my waist, his fingers gliding over the fabric of my dress which awakened all my senses. His other hand trailed down my arm until our fingers intertwined slowly lifting them towards his neck. Once my hand had found a comfortable spot in his neck, he let go of my hand while pulling me close to him as he took his keys from his pocket.

He opened the door, never letting go of my waist and I decided to put my other arm around his neck as well. Why isn't he asking questions? Why isn't he angry with me for what I just spilled unwillingly? I snuggled my face against his chest, smelling his perfume and it smelled as good as ever as I let the smell take over my bitter thoughts.

He lifted me up slightly, just enough for my feet come away from the floor as he walked us both inside the apartment, closing the door with his foot. Being close to him felt so good, so warm, so complete like it was where I was meant to be even though he can be a jerk sometimes. But he had proven to me multiple times there was an entirely different side to him than he showed most people. His tough, don't mess with me, player attitude was just the tip of the iceberg everyone was seeing, I was seeing the rest of him, the mass hidden underneath a layer if icy water. There was so much more to him and still so much more to discover.

When my feet touched the floor, Lukas pushed me back slightly, just enough so he could look at my face. His grey eyes looked worried, worried about what he had discovered about me but also happy that I was with him, in his arms. I closed my eyes trying to hide their glassiness from the crying. His sweet breath was waving on my face, swallowing me entirely. I felt his thumb wipe away the wet tears on my cheeks and his touch made my entire body tingle. His hand engulfed my cheek and pulled me forward until our foreheads collided in the most gently way possible.

"Please, don't cry." Lukas whispered while pulling me closer to him, my hands tightening at the back of his neck as the words left his full lips. My eyes were still closed, not to fight back tears, but to fully enjoy the sensation of his closeness. Gently but deliberate he brushed his nose against mine, letting it linger on my cheek, his lips so close I made mine tingle to move. His hand trailed up my spine to stop just at the hollow of my neck, his fingers finding their way through my hair. I want to be with him, more than anything.