Torn Between Two {On Hold}

Chapter 7

I woke up around 2 a.m. to find Luke staring at me while sitting on the coffee table. We held a silent conversation as my eyes got adjusted to the dark lighting. I tilted my head in confusion.

"What are you doing? Why are you watching me sleep?"

"You were moaning," He said. "I just assumed you wanted me."

I glared. "Ha ha. Funny. If you must know my back hurts."

He smirked. "Told you."

"Told me what?"

"You won't like the bed," He said, "the beams are better."

"I'm not sleeping on some stupid beams! They are unsafe and if I fall I can break my face!"

The beams were comfortable and Luke won this battle. They were wider than I thought and could withstand half of Luke's body size and mass. I rolled my eyes and snuggled deeper into the soft, thick pillows an blankets.

"Aw, your not going to even offer to share?"

"No."

"Snippy," He ticked, "not something I like..."

"I'm tired Luke, lets just go to sleep."

"No."

I turned over. "What do you want from me?"

He smiled. "Well..."

"No."

"Fine, but don't bother asking me for any advice."

"Don't be like that. You know I need your help."

"Nope. Out of business."

"Luke-"

"Sam."

"Lucas!"

"Samantha!"

"Jeez! Can't you stop acting like a brat?"

"Can you be a submissive mate and give me what I want?"

"No."

"I guess we can't get what we want then." He turned over onto his back, draping an arm over his eyes. His blond hair still framing his face. Why does he have to be so gorgeous and a pompous asshole at the same time?!

I got up, balancing carefully on the beam and holding 3 pillows and 2 blankets in my hand. I walked over to him, carefully stepping over each beam. He knew I was coming and turned on his side for more room, and took the blankets from me. Huffing I made our new bed and snuggled in, facing away from Luke.

He tossed the blanket over us and wrapped an arm around me which woke me right back up.

"No."

"What?"

"Don't touch me. I gave you blankets now I kept my end and yours. Don't touch me."

"Are you keeping your end?"

I looked over my shoulder, wide-eyed. "Yes!"

"I said to be submissive. Do you know what that means? It means to give into me and do whatever I want you to do or let me do whatever I want to you. I want to hold you, now come here."

I glared at him. "Hands stay above the blankets."

"I will do what I want Sam." He said slipping underneath my shirt and circling my tattoo. I bit my lip but let out a moan.

"I can't sleep if you doing that."

"Then don't."

"I need to." I said slightly nervous, "please, not now."