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Fifty-Nine: meet my girlfriend

Isabella's POV

He intertwined his fingers with mine, and even though I could see he was still bothered a weight fell of my shoulders. "Talk about what?" He huffed, looking at his feet as we approached his vintage mustang.

"Oh come on Lukas, you know about what." I dragged him along until I could lean against the door of his car, our fingers still intertwined.

"I don't know Isabella; I just don't like it when other guys get too close to you." He shook his head before biting his lip, looking around the area, but I was happy with his honesty.

I looked at him, complete adoration in my eyes. "You feel threatened?" He nodded, not saying it out loud. "Why? You're you Lukas, they're not. Does that make things clear?" I smiled at him, but he sighed and let go of my hand to walk around the car and opened his door, glancing over me before taking a seat. He doesn't believe me...

I opened the door taking a seat next to him, his keys in the ignition while his hands rested on the wheel, looking at me with soft and begging eyes. He really doesn't believe me. "Lukas, I only want you. I thought you'd know that by now." I whispered softly, my eyes staring back at him as his ignited with something.

He sighed and looked relieved. "It feels good to hear you say it." He said softly, looking at my lips and I knew he wanted to kiss them. So, I leaned in bringing them closer to. His nose brushed over mine, something that has become a habit of his before his lips found my mouth, softly putting more pressure on it. His tongue grazed my lips and his hand found its way to the side of my face, pulling me closer to him.

I pulled back, staring at his wet lips that longed for mine. I looked around while I felt his eyes follow my movements. The alley was completely abandoned and dark and without Lukas by my side I would have been scared to be here, but I wasn't because he kept me save, always.

I caught his gaze staring at me and chuckled, a smirk appearing on his face. My eyes wandered of to his lap and back to the steering wheel. Without thinking I pushed Lukas back in his seat, my hand at his chest until I could swing my leg over the gearbox to straddle his waist, the wheel poking at my back. Lukas sat back, a surprised look on his face as he observed the skirt of my dress loosely hanging over his lap, my underwear directly making contact with his denims. "What are you doing?" He whispered, his hands trailing over my legs to grab both sides of my waist.

My fingers made a path over his arms all the way to the back of his head like a feather stroking his skin and I felt him lean into my touch every inch my finger moved further up. I leaned in to brush our lips together, my teeth pulling on his bottom lip making him gasp softly. I pulled back, the look in his eyes was the same look he always wore when he saw me, filled with longing and adoration, as his finger tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "So, boyfriend huh?" It slipped, and I quickly pressed my lips together to keep myself from saying anything else, looking at him with a questioning expression.

He laughed, letting his head rest against the car seat. "I thought that after spending the night multiple times with me and telling you I love you, it was pretty clear I was your boyfriend?" He smirked, as his fingers trailed over my collarbone that was exposed wearing this dress.

"I know but it feels good hearing you say it." I chucked and he joined me knowing I used his words to prove a point here. "You didn't seem like the guy that likes to put labels on relationships." I said while leaning in to attack him with kisses starting at the collar of his shirt.

My fingers slowly opened the first button of his shirt to give me more access to his neck, my lips grazing over his tattoo after I pulled his collar down a bit. I waited for him to speak but he seemed to enjoy my lips on his skin, taking in every sensation, his fingers tightening around my waist with each and every kiss. "You know it's different when it comes to you. I want all the labels in the world if it means I can call you mine." He whispered softly while he kept enjoying the kisses I was planting in his neck, slowly and deliberately.