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Eighty-Six: Your grumpy ass

Isabella's POV

I woke up to a hand going through my hair in the softest way possible as Lukas's fingers gently caressing my scalp while the back of his other hand went up and down my cheek. I found myself resting on top of his body, my face buried in the crook of his neck. My environment was still a bit blurry, but his soft breaths were so sweet I wanted to stay in our little bubble for the rest of the day, week year, forever. Everything went so well between us the last two weeks. Mia still hadn't talked to me and I had been avoiding her, giving her space. I hadn't found a new job and was a little short on money, but that was fine. Lukas's presence made up for all of it. And as for my tattoo, I hadn't stopped staring at it ever since he gave it to me, loving every inch of it.

"Hi." He whispered huskily as my eyes fluttered open, his scent filling my head and making me feel like I was in paradise.

"Mmhh good morning." I whispered, my voice still a bit raspy as we stayed up all night, talking and joking around while watching a movie in bed. We just couldn't stop talking and I couldn't remember laughing so hard for such a long period of time and I didn't want to stop. But when his eyes slowly started to become heavy while I was talking about classes and annoying professors, I knew it was time to pull the comforter over us and call it a night.

To everyone else Lukas was tough, arrogant, moody and by far not the most pleasant company to be with but when he was with me, he was a completely different person. He was just as vulnerable as me, he needed to be loved love just as much as me, he needed me just as much as I needed him. To me he was more than the handsome and mysterious heartthrob every girl on campus swooned for on a physical level. To me he was Lukas Kane Davis and I fell in love with him all the way, inside and out.

"You talked my ears of last night." He laughed reminiscing how we fell asleep.

"Oh, you liked it." I snuggled my face further into his neck, feeling his hot skin radiate onto my nose and lips.

"Do you really think so? It was dreadful, hearing you talk and talk and talk. You were so annoying I just pretended to fall asleep so you would finally shut up." He said and I knew he was probably smirking at his insincere words. His actions stating the opposite as he kept caressing my face. His finger trailed lines from my ear to my jaw, all the way over my lips to the tip of my nose. I hummed, lightly shaking my head to keep his finger away. Mmmmhh I want to sleep.

"You're a liar Lukas." I rolled my eyes while tiredly kissing the crook of his neck, his skin hot as ever. I reached up sliding my hand up along his face, all the way into his hair. "A L-I-A-R." I spelled; my voice still as exhausted as I was. I really need to sleep some more hours if I want to make it through the day.

Lukas huffed playfully, his hands wrapping around my waist tightly, pulling me into his arms more while my fingers were faintly going through his messy locks. "Oh, you know how to spell? Good for you." He laughed, the sound of his voice filling my everything.

"Who's annoying now?" I huffed slowly falling back asleep, completely exhausted by tonight's banter.

He pulled his face away from my proximity, feeling his eyes burn holes into mine. "Baby, you really have a hard time waking up today huh?" He whispered softly, his finger tucking my messy hair behind my ear.

"I'm exhausted, I'm tired. I need to sleep." I pouted, my eyes fluttering shut just before feeling a set of soft lips getting a taste of mine. "Mmhh, I'm tired." I tried to protest, completely in vain of course because his lips tasted so sweet in the morning and my body reacting to him as always, attracted like a freaking magnet.

"Oh, you're tired." He pressed his lips against mine again, holding on to my bottom lip as his tongue gently caressed me. "I might know a way to wake you up." He whispered, the husky tone in his voice highly suggestive as his finger slowly went up and down my arm, the sensation as exhilarating as always.