Again | Luke Hemmings

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I woke up, blinded by sun peeping through my windows. I attempted to cover my eyes so I could sleep more.

"Good morning." Luke's deep voice vibrated on his chest.

I moved my head upwards so I was facing him. "What are you doing in my room?"

"You asked me to sleep over." He answered, lightly stroking my hair.

"I don't remember." I smiled.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, changing the topic.

I nodded, noticing our position. Oh...

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I looked at my clock, watching the long hand move every second. It was not even past nine a.m yet.

"I'm so sleepy." I groaned, falling back on the bed.

"You basically passed out at nine in the evening last night." Luke laughed.

"I'm still sleepy." I pouted.

Luke bit his lip and pulled me closer to him so we were cuddling.

Last night was really fun and I would do anything to stay in that period of time forever.

"Joey," Luke whispered after a long silence.

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

Luke tilted my chin up with his fingers so I was face to face with him. He pushed the hair out of my face and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. Our lips moved in sync and my hands immediately found their way to Luke's hair. One arm pulled him closer and the other is lightly tugging his hair. His hands made their way down to my waist and brought me impossibly closer. His lips were soft on mine, teeth lightly tugging my bottom lip. I pulled on his hair and he let out a soft moan, kissing me deeply. He moved, pulling me with him so I was on top.

He pulled away after a while, breathing heavily. His forehead was against mine, eyes closed. We were lost in the moment and all I could care about right now is this. Forget the holidays, forget my job, forget everything else but now and the minutes before.

Thank God my parents are at work so they wouldn't have to ruin this because I like this.

I looked at Luke's eyes, they were crystal blue under the morning light and it was really beautiful. He still looked tired but I knew that the previous snogging set him on fire inside. His pink, now swollen, lips curve into a smile, dimples showing on each side.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked.

"I'm just happy." He answered.