Our Little Secret//lh

7 • good girl

Meredith's p.o.v
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"What the hell was that?" I yell as Luke closes the bathroom door behind him before leaning against it.

"I saw a problem, I found a solution—it's simple math, sweetheart."

"Don't get all jokester on me right now, you could've gotten hurt."

"Pfft," Luke says before rolling his eyes, "Yeah fucking right—that prick wasn't gonna do shit, just like the last two times."

"And who ended up getting suspended?"

"This isn't high school anymore, Meredith. This is real life."

"Why do you do these things all the time?"

"I didn't like the way he was talking to you."

I was quiet for a moment and for the first time during this whole conversation, I didn't look around, I simply looked at Luke. His curls were messy, his button up had managed to unbutton at the top, leaving the top of his chest exposed to anyone who wanted to take a peak. He looked ravishing, to say the least.

"You heard what he said?"

"Yeah I heard what he said—it was disgusting. He shouldn't ever talk about a woman like that, and he certainly doesn't get to talk about you like that." Luke huffs in anger.

I notice Luke running his thumb across his knuckles. They were split open from punching Nate in the face—twice.

"Oh, Luke, look what you did to yourself," I pause, grabbing ahold of his hand and examining the cuts and bruises.

"Can you just not go around punching people?"

"I find it quite soothing."

I swivel him around and put the lid to the toilet down, "Park it, Lucas."

"Watch it, Merebear." He says, another nickname I absolutely despised. I give a small grin before putting my serious face back on.

"I mean it, sit."

"Woof."

"Not funny."

Luke lets out a light laugh before listening to my command and taking a seat.

"Thank you," I pause to give him a small smile, "Where do you guys put your medical supplies?"

"Our what?"

"Like a first aid kit, Luke."

"We have Advil, Meredith."

"Right. Silly me, I forgot this is a house full of men."

"Hey."

"I guess you'll have to settle for warm water on a rag and no bandaids."

"Oh no, I'm clearly devastated."

"Enough with the sarcasm and let me fix you."

"I know how you can fix me."

I turn my head in his direction and his facial expression reads nothing but seriousness. Luke was playing a dangerous game.

"I-I think you should keep that to yourself, Luke."

"And why's that, pretty girl?"

A shiver runs up my spine at the pet name. Luke called me that yesterday before he threw me into the pool, but it was harmless and playful. The way he just said it was different—it was flirty and challenging.

"You know exactly why, don't play dumb, Hemmings."

"The only one playing dumb here is you."

"Me? How am I playing dumb?"

"Forget it–just do what you need to do."

I stare at Luke for a moment, who looks down at his cut up knuckles, before sighing and grabbing the hand towel from the ring it was being held on. I wet it with warm water before turning the faucet off and wringing the excess water out.

"Erm—this might sting just a little bit, okay?"

Luke says nothing, just nods his head so that I know he heard me. I move in front of Luke and reach down, gently taking his large hand in my tiny one. I'm hesitant at first before placing the warm cloth on top of Luke's beat up knuckles.

He hisses at the sting, squinting his eyes shut for a moment before the pain subsides and he's all tough guy again.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Meredith."

"I'm sorry—shit, sorry—fucking hell."

Luke chuckles at my small outburst, "You're cute when you yell at yourself."

A blush creeps onto my cheeks, and I focus my attention back on Luke's wounds, moving the rag to a new spot, a smaller hiss escaping from Luke.

"And when you blush like that and think I can't see it."

I was silent for a moment before moving away from Luke and wetting the rag with warm water again, wringing it out before tossing it into the hamper.

"That's all I can do for you—remind me to buy you guys some sort of first aid kit." I let out a shaky laugh.

"Noted."

I give a straight smile with my lips before turning to open the door when Luke decides to speak up.

"Hey," He pauses, keeping the door from opening with his hand. I turn to look at him as he towers over me, his hand reaching down to my cheek and the pad of his thumb gently caresses the soft skin.

"Thank you."

I look down and shake my head, "It's really not—"

Luke grabs my chin with his pointer finger and thumb and lifts my head to look up at him. I swallow the lump in my throat, unsure of what he's going to do next.

"I mean it. Now stop talking."

I do as he says, and to my surprise, he smirks very devishly at me. It's sexy and I wouldn't mind if he did it more often.

Luke runs his thumb on my bottom lip, pulling it down and watching it bounce back. He tugs his own bottom lip between his teeth before opening his mouth to speak.

"Good girl." He says quietly before moving me to the side and exiting the bathroom, leaving me alone, with my thoughts.

Leaving me absolutely speechless and dumbfounded.

What just happened?

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oop—Luke, ya betta watch it—Ashton would NOT approve of this behavior.

Hope you enjoyed :))

xoxo,
natalie