Wicked Temptation / l.h ✔️

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~Delilah's POV~

Luke ended up going back home once my mom got back to my house from work, thanking him profusely for having stayed with me for so long. He just nodded politely and then glanced at me briefly before he left. For the rest of the night, I'd been left to sulk up in my bedroom, wondering what I'd said that had seemed to set him off.

The next day after school, Luke and I endured an awkward car ride back to my house, just as awkward as the one we'd had this morning to school. I glanced at him right as he did the same to me, making our eyes connect. He immediately looked away and I blushed, studying the side of his face as he drove. Somehow he looked just as handsome from the side as he did from the front, his hands clenching tightly around the steering wheel. "I have to stay with you again today because your parents are working late again." He said in a slightly gruff voice, staring out the windshield. Ah, yes, surprise surprise.

"I know. They told me this time." I told him, smiling softly to myself. "You don't have to stay if you really don't want to, though. It's pretty obvious that you don't really like being around me anyway." I chuckled weakly and looked out the window, trying to be casual about it. Nothing I had said was a lie, and I knew it. I didn't want him to feel obligated to stay with me just because of our parents. That wouldn't be fair.

But to my surprise, he slowly pulled into my driveway and parked his car there, letting out a deep sigh as he cut the engine. "I'm not going to leave you by yourself. I know I'm not the nicest but I'm not a total asshole, bubbles." He said, already unbuckling his seatbelt. We both got out of his car and I slammed the car door as gentle as I could, hearing the locks chirp when he pressed the button on his keys. The silence between us remained as we walked up to my front door and I let us in, making sure to lock the door again when we entered together. "Why do you call me bubbles?" I asked him curiously, realizing I had no clue why he had given me this random nickname. I'd never thought to ask about it before now.

He smirked at me. "Well, you're just such an airhead sometimes, and you're seemingly always lost in your own little bubble." He explained, shrugging. "I wonder what's going on in that head of yours a lot of the time." He admitted, his sudden confession making my face burn. I felt...flattered?

"Oh." I whispered, power walking past him up the stairs in hopes that he wouldn't see me blushing. I'd never blushed so much in my life until I met him. He did weird things to me.

The two of us entered my bedroom and kicked off our shoes, his blue eyes flicking up to meet my brown ones when we both sat down on my bed simultaneously, just inches from one another. I blinked in surprise and looked up at him with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, not expecting him to be this close to me. Neither of us bothered to pull away, our eyes too busy wandering over the other's features. "Why did you get all mad at me yesterday? Y-You seemed upset with me or something." I said softly, and he immediately froze, like he'd remembered something.

Luke jerked away so fast that his sudden movement actually scared me for a split second, not expecting him to react that way. "I wasn't upset or mad." He assured me in a calm voice, staring at me intently. "It just caught me off guard because, well, I didn't know that you and Tate were as close as you are. I mean, you just didn't strike me as the type of girl to have a boyfriend or whatever." He explained, and I was suddenly even more confused than when I had begun talking. I had no clue what he meant. What boyfriend did I supposedly have? I'd never had a boyfriend my entire life, so I wasn't sure where he got the notion that I had one now.

"Uh...What?" I asked him, furrowing my brows in visible confusion. "What boyfriend?" I frowned. He paused and raised his brows, looking at me as though I should've already known the answer to this question. "Tate. Who else? I mean, you said you guys are really close and that he's the only other guy who has been in your room before...Aren't you guys dating?" He responded, a curious furrow in his brow.

My nose scrunched up at the suggestion and I giggled softly as I shook my head, amused at the mere notion. "Tate and I, boyfriend and girlfriend?" I laughed at the thought of it. "No, no way." I dismissed, smiling at him.

Luke's lips parted slightly and he stared at me for a moment before he smiled back, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. "Shit." He chuckled. "Sorry. I just assumed." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders. I smiled and shook my head, dismissively waving my hand as a way to let him know that I didn't mind.

It wasn't like I didn't see why he'd assume that Tate and I were perhaps more than friends, because Tate and I were very close, in a way that I just wasn't to Juliana and Kailee. Plus, Tate was the only guy I had spoken to up until I met Luke. I doubted that Luke knew this, though, unless Tate himself had told him for some reason.

"W-What about you...?" I asked hesitantly, unsure if I was really prepared for the possibility of the answer he was about to give me. He raised a brow at me questioningly, evidently having no idea what I was trying to ask. "Do you have a girlfriend? I-I mean, you must have at least had one before you moved here or something." I said, peering at him closely. His lips twitched in amusement and he raised both brows at me, blue eyes glittering with amusement. "Oh? I must, huh?" He grinned.

I blushed brightly as he leaned closer, one hand sinking into my blankets to support his weight. "What's that supposed to mean?" He hummed playfully, his smile sly. His scent wafted into my face and I flushed as I stared up at him, flustered at how close he was suddenly. "H-Huh?" I squeaked, blinking as I tried to calm the fast beats of my heart. "Well, I just m-meant...I-I'm sure you already know that you're attractive." I said softly, looking away so I didn't have to deal with the embarrassment of staring him in the face. I was basically admitting that I found him attractive right now.

Luke chuckled and raised a brow at me, that sly smile not fading even a bit. If anything, it only grew even wider. "You think I'm handsome, bubbles?" He teased, his eyes trained on the side of my face. A hot blush crept up my neck, but I refused to look at him, making him reach out before I could stop him.

His touch was gentle when he grabbed my chin, making my eyes widen in surprise when he turned my head towards him, our eyes connecting. I gazed up at him, surprised at how close we had somehow managed to grow in the few seconds that I hadn't been looking at him. We were so close I could have leaned forward just a bit and our lips would touch.

Our close proximity made it easy to see just how soft his lips actually looked, and how blue his eyes actually were. I felt his soft breaths fanning my face, saw just how large he looked up this close, all broad shouldered and muscled biceps hidden under his tight shirt. My face burned and I knew he could see how red my face was, there was simply no way that he hadn't. We both just stared at one another for a while, my eyes drifting from his lips to his eyes. It hit me a moment later, when his eyes wandered to my own pair of lips, what was happening.

"U-Um.." I jerked out of his hold, clearing my throat to try to hide how shaky my voice was. "Yes, I think you're handsome, but th-that's not the point here. I just was wondering if you'd had a girlfriend, because you probably had a lot of girls who thought that you were attractive, too." I said, trying to pull us back to normalcy.

He set his hand on his lap and looked away, shrugging carelessly. "Sure, lots of girls did, but I never had a girlfriend." He said, staring out the open blinds on my bedroom window. "Guess I never found anyone who interested me enough to want them." He added casually, sparing me a glance. I stared back at him, a little bit surprised that he hadn't had even one girlfriend before. With his looks, he could have had any girl he wanted easily.

"Oh." I whispered, watching as he glanced out the window again. I let my thoughts wander a little and eventually they made their way to what had just happened minutes ago, how close we had been to one another, the reminder making my heart pound.

It's cruel to make someone as beautiful as him.