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Thirty-One: I have needs you know...

Lukas's POV

I woke up, my head foggy at first but crystal clear as soon as I realized Bells was lying on top of me, her head on my chest and her legs draped over me, and a special part of my body too excited for this time of day. Fuck.

I put my fingers through her soft hair trying to wake her up gently, but she was knocked out good, probably having a hangover. Instead of waking her up I found myself looking at her face, studying her beautiful features and her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she was dreaming sweet dreams.

I sighed thinking about what she told me yesterday. I would have never guessed something like this would have happened to her. She's still so sweet, not bitter at all, always laughing, snapping hilarious comebacks at me, being brave yet it looked like it took everything in her to tell me about her past. I had told her about my accident, which killed my best friend, not long after we met, maybe she felt like she could trust me and I surely hope so, I want her to trust me.

I don't deserve her, at all! It's not the first time I'm telling myself that. I'm too much of a jerk and eventually I will hurt her. It's inevitable as I can never do the right thing, but fuck I like her. I don't want to hurt her. My thoughts raced as my eyes trailed over her rosy cheeks, debating whether I should dive in or keep my distance... I'm already in too deep to pull away now. What have I done, I don't want to be the cause of her decay... I mess up everything in my life, I don't want to mess this up too.

"Hey." She whispered, her soft lips moving perfectly before tugging up into a smile. I aligned my gaze with hers only to see the most perfect human being making my day, every doubt vaporizing in thin air like a dusty cloud. Fuck, I want her, everything of her, the good, the bad, the unpredicted. Everything! I trailed my fingers over the side of her face, pushing of lock of hair out of her pale morning face.

"Hey." I whispered, her smile widening if that was even possible. "How's your head?" I smiled as I pulled her completely on top of me, my arms holding her in place. I expected her to pull away from me but instead she snuggled her face in the curve of my neck, her breath warm and her hair tickling my skin. I was well aware that our clothes were the only thing keeping us from becoming one, so I slid my hand underneath her T-shirt, trailing my fingers up her bare spine as a gasp unexpectedly left her lips.

"Clear, like it has never been before. I feel relieved after telling someone about my parents." Her lips kissed the ink in my neck which send jolts of electricity to a specific part of my body, which was become harder by the second. Getting that tattoo was one of the best decisions ever if it meant her kissing it every time she has access. "Thank you." She whispered, her soft breath fanning my ear.

"Thank me after some self-defense lessons." I slipped. The idea popped in my head when I woke up in the middle of the night angry at how helpless she must have felt all these years, not being able to defend herself.

"What?" She popped her head up, her green eyes looking confused and curious at the same time.

"I'm going to teach you how to defend yourself." I smiled, trying not to look like a complete idiot.

"You? And what do you know about that?" Bella teased, unable to hide the joy in her eyes and part of me hoped that was because she knew those lessons meant being incredibly close to me.

"Nevermind, if you don't want to then I guess I'll go and teach some other cute blonde." I said pushing her off me playfully, trying to get out of the bed but her hand latched onto my arm, pulling me back on the bed. "What? Already changing your mind?" I teased, an uncontrollable grin appearing on my lips.