forbidden-lrh

30- Finally

The drive to Luke's house was interesting, to say the least.

He had made every attempt to touch her in the smallest, the least satisfactory ways.

Luke would graze his fingers over her thigh, but if she made any attempt to shift closer, he would pull away. If he reached over to touch her hair, it would only be a moment before it slipped to the seat behind her.

He really was going to test her limits.

She developed a new habit in that time with Luke- biting her nails until she wanted to die. The pressure in her chest was too much, and she just yearned to jump at him and kiss him.

Actually, she had no idea why he didn't kiss her yet. It had been a few weeks after the whole fiasco with Patrick, and yet, nothing came from him.

He was making moves- just not big ones.

They arrived at his house, Evelyn glancing up to notice the sky. It was cloudy, looking as if it would rain.

Maybe it would.

She stepped out of the car, reaching to grab her bag but Luke beating her to it. He lifted the bag, shooting her hand away as he shrugged it onto his shoulder. Evelyn thanked him quietly as he locked the car and made his way to the house.

He opened the door, fitting the keys back in his pocket and closing it after the smaller girl. She meekly took off her shoes, sliding them next to the door and looking back at the boy with wide eyes.

She didn't know why she was acting shy all of sudden, but Evelyn made herself smaller next to him, leaning towards him.

Luke gently took her hand, leading her to the living room, "My parents aren't home yet, so we can just work in the living room if you want."

She nodded, trailing after him with her fingers wrapped around three of his. He laughed a little at her childish behavior, for some reason clinging more to him.

They sat down, pulling out their math books and beginning to work.

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"Luke! Stop throwing Skittles at me and work!"

Luke smirked to himself, throwing one in the air and catching it with his mouth. He held a red one in his fingers, tossing it at the girl's hair while she was not paying attention.

She groaned, stopping her pencil movements to look at the boy.

"Luke Robert Hemmings."

He ignored her, throwing another in the air. Finally, she screamed from the back of her throat, fisting his shirt and shaking the boy.

While she was definitely smaller than her, her force shook him slightly. He grabbed her wrists, tugging them so they landed in his chest.

Evelyn looked down at her wrists tight in his grasp, peering through her lashes up to the boy. His lips were not all that far from hers,
and the urge to kiss him was ever increasing.

Slyly, Luke grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head and pushing her back so that she laid her back on the couch.

Evelyn's eyes widened so much she would've thought they would pop out of her head. Luke was towering over her on his knees. Her body was completely laid on the couch, one of her legs almost off the couch as Luke shifted his knees up to get closer to the girl.

"Luke," she was breathless, vulnerable with her hands useless.

Then, he began to tickle her.

His fingers ran up and down her sides as she began to burst in first of giggles, trying to get out of the hold. She convulsed, arching her back and twisting to pick herself up off the couch.