𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ♚ 𝐥.𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

33 - a way of confessing feelings

Luke didn't hesitate to connect their lips.

He was addicted to the feeling, addicted to her.

It made no sense really. How could Lyla already have him wrapped around her finger? All it took was one kiss to seal it in. Luke, craved this feeling ever since Michaels birthday – that was, like what? Four days ago? He couldn't believe she made him weak, and even though she doesn't show it, Lyla knows the power she holds over the boxer.

However, once Luke practically felt the rapid beating of the girl's heart, he hoped that he made her feel the same way as she did him.

Lyla melted into Luke's arms; nothing has ever felt so good. Oh, and how she loved the lip ring too. Lyla definitely wasn't prepared for how good the kiss would be. Despite the blonds rough and rugged exterior, his lips acted as heaven on earth. He was heaven on earth.

Her heart did cartwheels, and her breath lost its balance. Lyla moved her hands, placing them on his chest, repositioning herself as she deepened the kiss. Lyla wanted this just as bad as Luke did. It's a shame that the blond had to be stubborn and have things his way.

Nothing excited Luke more than the thought of Lyla under him, completely and utterly powerless. Wanting– needing, more. Reliant on him to make her feel good. Though, this wasn't the time or the right setting to do so.

Being the one to pull away, Luke took the time to fully examine the sight in front of him. The girl's lips parted, trying to slow her breathing – as well as the quick beating of her heart. All they did was kiss and Luke already made her chase her breath, he, so easily, got her wanting more. His mind drifted to all the possibilities, and how Lyla would practically be begging for more.

The girl tucked the loose strands of her dark hair behind her ears, she wanted to be able to see the person who has got her so beat without any interferences.

They stayed in the silence for what seemed like an eternity. Busily staring into the other eyes and embracing the company of each other at that moment in time. Things just fell into place and felt so simple. Two young adults, in complete bliss. Sure, there will be a few bumps in the road, but that won't be for a long way down the road.

Luke trailed his thumb down Lyla's lips; he could still taste her chapstick on his. Wrapping her hand around his wrist, Lyla started to play with the rings on his fingers.

"I like it when you wear rings," Lyla spoke, breaking the silence between them. Lyla likes rings, in general. And the number of times she's tried to get Calum to wear rings is unbelievable.

"Is there anything else you like?" Luke questioned. This was an attempt to get something, anything, out of Lyla regarding her feelings towards him.

Luke assumed that he was in denial for days or weeks about his feelings for the girl. He will never admit it to her – for at least another year or two – but, Luke knew the second he saw Lyla at his party that it wouldn't be the last time. As much as Luke wished to stay away, he couldn't. Not to mention, Michaels disapproval only pushed that feeling.

In all honesty, Luke was still in denial. He didn't know how to process whatever emotions he had buried inside. And Lyla, she tried convincing herself that everything regarding Luke was platonic.

"Hm, yeah." Lyla hummed, "I like your lip ring too."

Luke rolled his eyes, reminding himself to keep a note on the girl's comment as well. Turns out, he'll never take the thing out, since Lyla likes it so much. "Is that all?" He rasped, inching closer to her.