Sugar and Spice / l.h ✔️

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~Maeve's POV~

I laid in bed on my stomach as I colored in my coloring book using colored pencils, as this was my go to activity when I was frustrated and needed a distraction. Of course, my frustration was caused by Nicolai, who had apparently returned back to Jase's room, if I were just going based off the resumed competitive yelling down the hall.

As I was focused on coloring in the foot of the teddy bear in my book, trying to be as neat as possible, my bedroom door suddenly opened from behind me. Startled, I snapped my head over to the door, half expecting to see that Nicolai had just come back to harass me some more. That was probably his only reason for having come over today, anyways. Luckily for me, though, I saw that it was Luke and not my devil of an ex boyfriend. I felt very relieved and kicked my legs back and forth through the air, watching him slip into my bedroom before he quietly shut the door and then locked it.

He looked at me and I gave him a smile. "I thought you were hanging out with them. What are you doing in here?" I asked curiously, cocking my head to the side. His pink lips twitched and he shrugged his shoulders. "Taking a piss, or at least that's what they think." He answered with a mischievous smile on his handsome face. "Who cares, though? I'd prefer to hang out with you anyway." He added genuinely, taking a curious glance around my bedroom. This was his first time ever being in here before, suddenly making me feel a little bit more nervous than moments ago. We were alone in my room together!

"R-Really?" I stammered despite the fact that I was trying to play it cool, continuing to color as casually as possible. I heard him chuckle and then he approached me, making me kick my legs a little faster purely due to how anxious I was. Suddenly, he crouched down beside me and his hand laid on my bare waist, making me gasp and jerk my head up to look at him in surprise. My face felt hot, so I knew I was blushing, and my reaction clearly amused him judging by the smirk that graced his pretty face. "Jumpy, are we?" He teased.

The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. "You just surprised me a little." I said, glancing back down at the unfinished page in my coloring book. His touch glided down my side and over my hip before stopping at my bare thigh. "I have to say, you look fucking sexy in this outfit. It definitely makes me think I made no mistake in coming over here today." He murmured, leaning so close to me that I felt his warm breath fanning my skin. "You like it?" I whispered as I looked over at him, knowing very well where this was headed if we didn't reign control of the sexual tension building quickly between us. And we didn't.

Luke hummed and squeezed my thigh. "Fuck yeah, I like it, blondie." He answered in a mutter, the lustful look in his eye making it clear that he wasn't lying. I bit my lip and peered up at him as he stood from his crouched position, surprising me when he boldly slapped my butt.

A gasp left me and I knocked my coloring book, sending both it and the colored pencils falling to the floor. Neither of us paid it any mind, especially when he inched a hand up my spine until he grabbed my blonde hair and pulled me up so I was sitting on my knees and he wasn't forced to lean over so much. Our lips met in a passionate kiss and he grabbed my waist, his warm hands gliding over my exposed skin. "So sexy, Maeve." He ground out against my lips, his breathing heavy and his chest brushing mine.

Before anything else could happen, I gave him a little shove away and he grunted in surprise, blinking at me from where he stood with a visible erection in his pants. I smiled slyly and let him look at me, taking his time to observe all my exposed curves. The outfit really left very little to the imagination.

My layered white skirt was short and had a sheer layer over the top of it that flowed around my thighs, while the tied crop top I had on exposed much of my torso and cleavage. The green top was long sleeved and I had on a white bralette beneath it, of which could be seen peeking out from the shirt. I knew it was quite a risqué outfit, but perhaps that was what he was so turned on for.