Wicked Temptation / l.h ✔️

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~Delilah's POV~

I giggled at Tate as he showed me the third little doodle that he had done on the back of his sheet of homework, a grin on both of our faces. "What is that?" I asked as I stared at it, still giggling to myself. It was pretty safe to say that Tate didn't have a future that involved drawing, not with his current skills.

His jaw dropped and he smacked me on the head with his paper after he rolled it up like a newspaper, pretending to be offended. "It's not that bad!" He exclaimed defensively, pouting. He let the paper unroll when he dropped it on my blankets. "You can totally tell what it is." He added, staring down at it. I glanced down as well and I tried my best not to, but it only took me a few seconds before I was bursting into a fit of giggles at the sight of the messy and unintelligible doodles on the paper. I truly had no idea what it was supposed to be.

"Stop!" Tate complained, nudging my shoulder harsh enough that it knocked me over a little. Still I couldn't help but to grin as I stifled my giggles, glancing up at him as a lock of my hair fell into my face. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, but I can't tell what it is." I said honestly, shrugging sheepishly.

He pouted, slouching his shoulders as he leaned back onto his palms. "I'd like to see you try." He grumbled, causing me to giggle softly.

As I opened my mouth to respond, Luke suddenly moved on my bed, standing up to his towering height beside where I was sitting. Slightly startled, I looked up at him with a furrow in my brow and saw that he was already staring down at me. "I need to talk to you, bubbles." Luke said quickly, not giving me any chance to say anything.

Luke grabbed me by my wrist and I gasped when he tugged me out of bed, making me stumble over my feet a little. I wasn't sure what was happening, or what he wanted to talk to me about, but I followed after him regardless. As we left I glanced over my shoulder at Tate, who was watching us go with his brows raised. When our eyes met he grinned mischievously and wiggled his brows at me in a playful manner, making me huff before I whipped my head back around. He was teasing me.

The two of us headed out of my room and I noticed the way Luke purposely made sure to shut the bedroom door behind us, preventing Tate from possibly being able to hear or see us. I could feel my heart racing again, tingles rushing up my arm from where his hand gently gripped my wrist.

"W-What's going on?" I asked him, stuttering unintentionally. He turned towards me, his blue eyes finding my brown ones as he took a few steps closer to me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. My heart skipped a couple beats and I felt my legs grow a little weaker, his close proximity making my body react to him. "You and Tate..." He trailed, looking at me with a deep frown on his pink lips. "You guys are a lot closer than I thought." He said, causing me to furrow my brows.

"Well, he is one of my best friends." I responded, staring up at him in confusion. I wasn't really sure what the big deal was, or why this was something he felt like we needed to be in private to discuss.

He just stared down at me for a minute, narrowing his eyes at me slightly, like he was thinking. "Why is he even here, Lilah?" He suddenly demanded to know, his voice a low mutter. To me, it sounded like he wasn't very happy about Tate being here, though I wasn't sure why. "He just wanted to check up on me." I said, feeling a little bit defensive of my friend. It wasn't fair of Luke to not want Tate to be here, because Tate hadn't done anything wrong.

"I don't like it. He doesn't need to be here." He grumbled, squeezing my wrist tighter as he took another step towards me. My back thumped against the wall gently, making me realize that I could no longer put distance between us. "Why not?" I whispered, hardly able to muster up the courage that it took to speak. I could barely breathe correctly with him this close, let alone could I think straight.

When he took another step towards me, I felt his chest brush mine, making my breath hitch. I glanced up at him and saw that his eyes had darkened several shades, leaving them a dark blue. "Because I'm here." He answered simply, as if that were reason enough for why Tate shouldn't be here. Still too lost in my own head, I didn't say anything in response. He must've taken that as a type of response in itself because he spoke again. "Would you prefer I leave, instead, bubbles?" He asked, seemingly curious.

"N-No." I stammered, my face burning. He hummed softly, the hand that was gripping my wrist loosening enough to begin to trail higher up, eventually reaching my collarbone. I couldn't explain why my body was already reacting this way, but my chest was heaving as if I'd just run a marathon.

It caught me off guard when he pressed himself closer to me, his hand gently gripping the base of my neck to keep my head tilted up to look at him. My body burned and I shivered unintentionally, heat in my bones. "What are you doing?" I breathed, leaning into his warm body. He felt so firm, so large against me. I couldn't get enough of it, of him.

Luke chuckled softly, his free hand gently gripping my hip as he pressed me up against the wall. I bit my lip as I felt him lean down until his soft lips brushed my jaw, tingles spreading through me from even that slight contact. "You smell so fucking sweet, Lilah." He murmured, his fingertips digging into my hip through my jeans. He was right up against me, his lips trailing along my jawline until he gently nipped at my earlobe. I gasped, gripping the fabric of his shirt as I trembled against him.

"So sweet, Lilah." He repeated breathlessly, and I whimpered, my head falling back against the wall when I felt his soft lips latch onto my neck. His tongue paved a path down my neck, over my collarbone until his mouth began to hint lower, going down into more dangerous territory. I arched and felt his teeth bite down on my cleavage, a whine leaving me as he sucked and kissed at my skin.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, Luke was gone.

My eyes flew open in surprise as I leaned myself into the wall, intense warmth in my body and a familiar tingling between my thighs. Luke was practically on the other side of the hall, looking at me with a hooded gaze and a heaving chest. I stared at him, incredibly confused as to why he had started only to stop again. "W-What was...?" I trailed off, my voice shaking from how overwhelmed I was. He swallowed thickly and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head to himself.

Without another word, Luke turned and stormed back into my bedroom, leaving me standing in the hall with legs that felt like jello. I was stunned and confused when he came back out a moment later, not sparing me a glance as he headed down the stairs with his backpack over his shoulder.

I heard the front door open and then slam shut again, letting me know that he had left.