Falling For My Stepbrother || Cake

Beaches & Boardwalks

Luke's POV

I am so excited.

Today is the day that me and Calum are gonna go out and I seriously need this time.

I got up this morning happier than ever and spent forever trying to pick an outfit but I still have nothing cause I have no idea where we're going.

I left my room to go to Calum's to ask him what I should wear.

I walked up to his door and knocked but there was no answer.

I knocked again but decided to just go in.

I opened the door slowly and peaked in to see a snoring sleeping Calum sprawled out on his bed, blanket half covering his body as he was shirtless.

Hot.

He was really toned, I mean he had a six pack and everything.

I wiped up my drool and went over to him to try and wake him up.

I shaked him a little but nothing happened.

I did it again and he just cuddled his pillow and mumbled incoherent words.

'Cal wake up.' I said one last time a little loud.

'Whaa?' He said half opening his eyes looking up at me.

'Sorry to wake you but I need to know what we're doing cause I need to pick an outfit.' I said sitting next to him on the bed.

'Wear something comfortable that you can move in.' He said sitting up blanket falling down above his waist.

I know I was staring at his chest but can you blame me like my God he's jacked.

'Uh okay thanks that's all I needed to know.' I said getting up.

'Okay and oh, be ready for 10 so we can get there early.' He said standing up and of course he was in just his boxers.

I swear this boy is trying to give me a heart attack.

I just nodded and left to my room.

Cal's POV

He so was checking me out.

I mean I am hot.

The worst part was that I liked that he was checking me out, I didn't mind that it was guy.

And I may or may not have been feeding his eyes when I stood up when he was leaving.

You know that doesn't sound like the thoughts of a straight man. My subconscious once again butts in. I swear I can never have any peace.

Why can't you leave me alone. I try to reason with myself.

I'm going insane I swear, I'm sitting here talking to myself in my head.

I shake my head and get up to get dressed. I put on my skinny jeans and white converse with a white shirt that hugged my muscles nicely.

I go downstairs to pack my basket that I have for us with food for when we get there.

I really hope this will show Luke that I really do care about him and that I am truly, madly, deeply sorry for eveything.

A few minutes later Luke came downstairs and he looked, good.

He was wearing a tight black tank top with khaki shorts and vans.

Now normally I wouldn't mind what he would wear but I couldn't help but stare for some odd reason.