Wicked Temptation / l.h ✔️

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~Delilah's POV~

I sighed and combed my fingers through my long dark hair, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. It was already nine PM, and neither one of my parents were home yet.

And Luke was still on the other side of this door, lounging on my bed.

My face warmed and I stared at the color in my cheeks for a minute too long, trying to will it away. Of course, it stayed. I dropped my gaze to the pajamas I had put on, trying to muster up the courage to open the bathroom door and go back out there. Luke had been here with me since four PM after school ended, and I felt bad that he had to stay here for me but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him here. Having him here made me feel more comfortable being alone.

But my mind began to worry about my choice in pajamas, nitpicking every little possible thing that could've been wrong with them in his eyes. Were the shorts too short, or was my tank top too tight and tiny on my torso? What if, instead of being too small, he thought that neither one of them fit me well? Maybe he didn't like the fact that it was plaid, or he didn't like this shade of baby blue. Or what if he thought the bows on the top and the shorts were too big? There were simply too many things that my brain was able to conjure up for me to worry about. For some reason, I didn't have the courage to go out there now that I had changed my clothes because I knew that meant that he would look at me.

After a little while longer of contemplating if I could just hide in the bathroom until he left, I eventually decided that that wouldn't work at all. I turned and gripped the doorknob, opening the door before I hesitantly stepped out into my bedroom.

When I entered my bedroom Luke looked up from where he laid on my bed, one arm behind his head as he leaned against the headboard. He stared at me and his brows raised, blue eyes glancing up and down my figure as he took in my changed attire. I felt my cheeks flush at his gaze and shuffled on my feet, standing at the foot of my bed. "S-Sorry that you have to stay here so late." I apologized, trying not to focus on how he was looking at me. It wasn't fair how his eyes on me felt so intense that I had trouble even standing still in front of him, making me fidget slightly.

"Don't worry about it." He said, shrugging one shoulder. "I don't really mind, anyway." He added casually, his words causing me to furrow my brows slightly as my body subconsciously relaxed a little more in front of him. "You don't...?" I asked, cocking my head to the side in confusion. He shook his head and I frowned, biting my bottom lip. "But I thought you said that you didn't really want to be friends with me, or something." I recalled, staring at him with a perplexed look on my face. I wondered if maybe he had changed his mind, and realized it actually wouldn't be so bad if we became friends. My hopes rose a little and then he dashed them back down against the rocks once more, rolling his eyes at me as he spoke.

"You're getting ahead of yourself here, bubbles. Me being here doesn't mean we're friends. It just means my dad would kill me if I left you by yourself." He said, the harsh words making my mood deflate instantly.

Embarrassed at how he had just put me in my place so casually, so cruelly, I felt my cheeks flush as I stared down at my feet awkwardly. "R-Right, of course." I chuckled softly. "My bad." I said, scratching the back of my head as I glanced up at him. The harsh, cold look he'd had on his face only moments before softened when our eyes met, a frown forming on his full lips. "Stop staring at me like that, damn it." He grunted, scowling as he looked away. However, I had no idea what he meant. "Huh? Like what?" I frowned, clueless. As far as I knew, I hadn't been giving him any type of specific look.

Luke ran a hand through his soft looking hair, huffing to himself in frustration. "That stupid face! Your eyes were all big and puppy like, and I hate how dejected you looked. Just...stop that." He snapped, making me furrow my brows. "But I'm not doing anything." I insisted, conflicted.

All grumpy like, his lips formed into a scowl as he whipped his head over to me and glared. "You're doing it right now! Stop that!" He insisted. I stood there quietly, clueless as to what exactly he was happening or what I was supposed to do to fix this. When he spoke again, his voice was softer than the last time he spoke. "I feel bad when you look at me that way. Makes me feel shitty for causing you to look so upset."

My lips parted and I stared at him for a moment, surprised at his sudden confession. It probably wasn't a good idea to, but I couldn't help it when I suddenly giggled, a grin on my face. He looked up at me and his face turned beet red, a scowl forming on his pretty features. "Stop! D-Don't giggle at me! I'm just...You're... I'm t-trying t..." He was stuttering in a way that I never imagined I would see Luke do, all flustered as I giggled at him. Who knew someone like him could be this adorable?

Still smiling, I went ahead and gently plopped down onto my bed beside him, looking up at him with a smile. He flushed and rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat slightly as he looked away from me. "I'm sorry....for being a dick all the time, I mean." He muttered, still refusing to meet my eye just yet. I smiled and rubbed my arm, quietly studying the side of his face. "W-What I'm trying to say here is that I shouldn't be so...quick to just close myself away from you, I guess. We're going to probably see a lot of each other. It's kind of stupid of me to say we can't be friends." He continued, a slight awkwardness to his voice as he spoke. It was cute, in a way. "What does that mean, then?" I asked finally, my voice quiet. I didn't want to get ahead of myself again if he was only going to shut me down once more.

"It means that we can at least try to be friends." He said. To my surprise, he met my gaze and gave me a weak smile. It was shaky and he looked a little bit uncertain, but I knew that he was trying his best. And that was good enough for me, to be honest.