Angelina Woods.
Luke and I where walking into his private jet, it was crazy what this man owns. There was a sofa with a small coffee table then a table and then there was other seats with a tv hanged on wall.
"I'll put your bags away, just take a seat." He smiled sweetly before putting our bags away. I walked over over to the small sofa, sitting on it and looking around. My eyes drooped a little till they closed and I leaned further into the couch.
I heard footsteps come back as I rested my eyelids then a body next to me, warm breath running over the skin on my neck leaving my skin with goosebumps from head to toe.
"Go ahead and nap, baby," Luke whispered as he pressed short wet kisses on my jaw as his arm connected with my shoulder. I giggled softly and lazily tried to him away. "Clearly your tired; you can't even push me away."
"Shut up, Lucas." I giggled as my hands squeezed his cheeks together as I opened my eyes.
"Lucas? Lucas?! You just called me Lucas! I am not Lucas, Miss Woods, I am Luke Hemmings!" He laughed. Luke always seemed to do this really cute thing when he laughs where his nose crunches up, its really cute and I met because he can one second look like a angry CEO to a adorable little puppy.
He barred his face in my neck kissing it before putting his head up again. "You've been a bad, bad, bad girl, Miss Woods." He mumbled as he hoisted me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck before pecking his lips. "You're going to have to be punished..." Luke whispered as his hands played with the rim of my top.
"Then punish me."
Our lips where attached together and his large hands grasped onto my waist, holding me tight as my finger tips moved to top, taking off his long sleeve shirt so his upper body was bare. After our lips disconnected, my sweater along with my t-shirt was pulled off only to reveal my white lace bra. Luke looked up to make eye contact with me.
"You know white undergarments represents a pure girl." He whispered as his finger dragged along the line of my jaw as his blue eyes pierced my brown ones.
"Yeah but I'm not a pure girl. We both know that." I said softly as I rested my hand onto his chest. Luke's hand lingered further along my body, past my collar bones, onto my pale skin that was next to the soft, silky fabric of my bra.
A smirk just played his lips before he undid my bottoms pulling them down quick. I repeated his actions with his own as his fingertips unhooked my bra, letting it fall down my arms. I pulled it off, throwing the lingerie to the floor so my chest was bare.
It felt like forever I was staring into his ghostly eyes but it was just a mere few seconds as this happened. I don't know why but this time- It felt different. Us undressing each other felt different than all the other times we've done this.
Is it because I love him? I don't even know what to think at all. I just feel blinded and confused by this feeling of what is supposedly love. What is love? Like the actual term and what you should feel: because what I feel now is nervousness, but then a secure that I know Luke will be there for me. But the question I really wonder is...
Does Luke Hemmings love me?
"Anne? Anne, are you okay? Angelina?"
I blinked a few times and what I saw was Luke with nothing but utterly worrisome along his features. My mouth had went a little dry and my cheeks radiated heat off them from embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry I scared you. There's nothing to worry about."
He nodded at he stared at me before kissing me slowly making me moan just slightly against his soft lips. Luke's hands started to pull down my underwear as my own got his wallet, getting a condom where he usually kept his money in the money pouch of it.
