The Lost Second (The sequel to A Different Summer)

Chapter 18:)

BAILEY POV

My mind was somewhere else as my fingers lazily curled themselves in Luke's soft blonde hair.

"Whatcha thinking about Princess." I heard a deep voice pull me out of my day dream. It didn't take me long to realise that I'd been staring, like an idiot, off into space. I instantly became embarrassed, leaning forward to bury my face into Luke's dark T-Shirt. I could feel his chest vibrate as he let off a light chuckled, only making me feel more embarrassed.

I squeezed my eyes shut and relaxed into Luke chest, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. I never wanted to let go, everything about him felt right. Call me a love sick teenager, I don't really care. Only because it was more then true. I loved Luke so, so much.......but I was never going to tell him that. What if he didn't feel the same? That would be the most awkward thing in the entire world.

I sighed slightly, tilting my head up so I could rest it inbetween Luke's neck and shoulder. His skin was warm against my cheek and his slow breaths where comforting. No one needed to speak, because the silence was beyond perfect.

I smiled and leaned forward, placing a light kiss on his exposed collar bone. I felt Luke shudder, then tense up beneath me as a small, unexpected gasp left his lips. The sound was so low I had to strain my ears to hear it. I grinned, feeling mean, I did it again, kissing him gently a little bit higher, repeating the process as I moved slowly up his neck. Every kiss I left he tensed up a little bit more, goosebumps blossoming over his skin.

"God damn it Bailey." I heard Luke groan softly.

"What?!" I replied, trying my best to put a confused look on my face.

I leaned back, only to find a cheeky glint in Luke's eyes and a light blush colouring his cheeks.

His light blue eyes narrowed as I began fiddling with his long, calloused fingers.

That made me realise something...... Wouldn't they get sore?

"Luke your fingers look so sore." I pointed out, turning his hand over so his palm was facing up, displaying his cracked and indented finger tips. It looked like he'd been playing wayyyyyy too much guitar. I knew from little experience that your fingers got really sore, especially if you where dumb enough to buy a steel stringed guitar, which I was......

"They are a bit to be honest." Luke shrugged as I ran my fingers over the hard skin.

"I've actually lost feeling in the very tips." He continued, frowning slightly as I jabbed the tip with my finger nail.

"Did you feel that?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Luke shook his head, making his golden hair fall into his eyes. For a change, his hair wasn't in a quiff. I liked it like this, it made him look even more innocent and puppy like. Not that he was on stage.......damn he was a god but right now all I wanted to do was kiss the shit out of him.

An idea quickly formed in my head, as I locked eyes with Luke, bringing his hand to my mouth. I kissed his fingers lightly.

"What about that?" I asked, in the same tone, as if it never happened.

"Nope, didn't feel it." Luke replied with a smirk.

"Oh well your loss." I replied, moving to get off his lap.

"Do you want to stay and watch a movie or something?" Luke asked as I moved so I could sit beside him on the chair/bench/bed thing.

"Sounds good to me." I replied as Luke leaned forward and began tapping away on the red screen that was buried into the plastic, white wall of his little room thing on the plane. I leaned over and grabbed a cup from the little tray thing, taking a mouthful of water.