"You're actually upset right now? Look at everything the world has given you, Luke."
"And that's great, but I'd rather have you."
• the story before "count on me" by sircalyum • book 1
// smut included //
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y'all remember how i said this story was ending soon?
SATURDAY EVENING. It was the night before Luke was scheduled to leave. We had spent most of the morning in bed, but some of it packing. Throughout the day we had also spent at least thirty minutes fooling around on his bed, then in the shower, then in the living room... then in the kitchen, just before making lunch.
We couldn't seem to get enough of each other.
For our last night together, we decided to order take out. We were both tired and didn't want to focus too much time on anything but each other. Packing had taken most of our attention, but once that was finished, we became practically attached at the hip.
"So—your plane leaves at five? In the morning?"
"No, it leaves at seven. We're getting up at five so that I can't possibly be late," Luke corrected me as he played with our fingers, intertwining them just to let them fall seconds later—letting the exact process happen over and over again. We were on the couch; Luke was lying beneath me as a movie was turned on with the volume low.
"Jesus," I groaned out, feeling both a sense of dread because of the early start, as well as the thought of having to spend an entire day without Luke.
One of our phones began to ring, and although I would've let it go to voicemail, Luke disrupted our moment by beginning to search.
"It's Emma," Luke told me as he handed me my phone. Since he had gone to the trouble to fetch it, I figured I should at least answer to see if it was important.
"Hey," I spoke tiredly as I sat up. Luke traced shapes along my lower back as he laid down and I smiled at the feeling.
"You're not busy, are you? I really need to talk. It's not anything bad, I just have to tell you about this because it's been absolutely eating at me." I bit my lip gently and slowly shook my head, before verbally answering.
"No, go ahead—of course, let's talk." I turned around and held a finger up to Luke, as to tell him to give me a minute or two while I took the call. I started to get up from the couch and walked away after Luke placed a kiss on my hand that he had taken into his. "What's up, Emms?" I walked to the bedroom and climbed up on the plush surface as I prepared to listen.
