bite marks l.h (hiatus)

chapter 0.2

// power & control \\

{kylie's pov}
I woke up in a daze and with a splitting headache. I threw on a T-shirt and walked into my very messy kitchen, looking for some pain killers. Once I had found some, I went to the bathroom feeling grimy. I definitely needed a shower.

I gasped as I looked at myself in the mirror. My make-up was smudged all over my face and my hair looked disgusting. I decided on a shower and turned on the hot water.

I disrobed and quickly hopped in the shower. The warm water cascaded down my back as I washed my hair and then, my body.

I stepped out the warm water immediately regretting as the cold air hit me. Wrapping a warm towel around me, I walked into my bedroom.

*knock, knock*

"Could this be at any worse time, ugh," I said to myself, readjusting my towel and walking to the door. "Can I-"

As soon as I saw the blonde hair I stopped taking. Even though I was wasted last night I could still remember him, but I wish I couldn't.

I heard a chuckle snapping me out of my delusion. I looked up to see a blinding smirk on his face. Biting his lip, he turned and walked in completely ignoring me.

"I like the new look. It's much better than what you were wearing last night." He laughed. I looked down at myself, grimacing. Why in the world did I open the door like this?

"I, uhm, will be right back." I turned and walked to my bedrooms, quickly pulling out some sweats and t-shirt from my dresser.

When I walked back into the living room his eyes raked my body leaving me uneasy.

"I didn't invite you in," I said looking at him.

"What?" He asked, amused.

"I didn't invite you in," I said once more looking at him. All he did was smirk and walk towards me.

"Are you going to tell me your name now or not?" I asked remembering our previous conversation last night.

His only response was laughter. "Well.." I pushed on.

"It's Luke. Why do you want to know so much princess?" he asked coming closer to me. He walked around me snaking his arms around my waist.

I pushed him away quickly. "I prefer you not touch me in my home."

"Well, let's leave and I'll touch you there?" He asked quirking his eyebrows up at me.

"Of course not," I said looking at him with wide eyes. "You're mental."

"Thanks, princess."

He still hadn't come from behind me and he still wasn't letting go of me. Not that I was really complaining, but something about him made him feel like trouble. Trouble that I definitely wasn't prepared for.

"You know, trampling me over twice in one night wasn't a nice thing to do... Don't I deserve some kind of apology?" He said, poking out his lip.

"I already apologized to you over and over again last night."

"Let me take you out. Then we'll be even?" I wanted to say no. I needed to say no, but to be honest I liked his forwardness, and his lip ring.. and his motorcycle. I really should say no.

"Okay, fine. Where are we going?" I asked sweetly.

"A friend's. It's a party, so you might want to wear something that shows a little more skin." He said pulling my shirt up, uncovering my stomach.

This wasn't like me at all. What was I doing? More importantly, who was I doing it with?