Wicked Temptation / l.h ✔️

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~Delilah's POV~

It was after school on Friday when Luke dropped me off at home, the both of us expecting that he'd be staying with me until my parents came home from work later, like he always did. However, it came as a surprise when he drove up to my house and his car rolled to a stop, and we both saw that my mom's car was already in the driveway. As was my dad's, in fact.

I blinked, glancing over at Luke curiously as he cut the engine. "Your parents are home already?" He furrowed his brows. I assumed his dad hadn't informed him that my dad would be here—my mom, too. "I guess so." I shrugged as I pulled my backpack on, unbuckling my seatbelt. He watched me as I did this, looking a little bit conflicted. "Um," He began in a mutter, making me look up at him. "Should I just go home, or...?" He trailed off. It was a question, obviously, but I could tell by the look on his face that he didn't actually want to go home. Like me, having him over after school every day had become so normal that it felt wrong to just send him home now.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. My parents like you anyways, so they'd probably be fine with letting you hang around." I said, giving him a grin. He smiled and I felt my heart flutter, reminding me once again of just how strong my feelings were for him.

The two of us headed up to my front door before entering my house, which I had expected to be pretty quiet since my parents never really raised their voices. However I was emotionally scarred the very second I opened the door, because then I heard them. It sounded like they were probably upstairs in their room, or at least I really hoped so.

My eyes bugged wide as I slammed my palms over my ears, trying to block out the traumatizing sound of my parents having sex. That was the last thing on this planet that I had expected to hear when I came inside. "Sounds like they're having fun." Luke remarked with an amused look on his face, staring down at me. I just quickly shook my head, turning around before I walked back outside with him and shut the front door, locking it. "I don't think I want to be home as much, suddenly." I mumbled, causing him to chuckle.

"Well, it's a Friday, and we don't have anything to do tomorrow anyways...Maybe you could spend the night at my house instead. Just send your parents a text for once they're done getting down and dirty." He said, making me cringe. "Please don't." I mumbled, disturbed. "Staying with you does sound pretty nice, though. I haven't even seen your bedroom before..." I admitted, my mind wandering off. What would his bedroom look like? Would it be neat or messy? Would he have things hung on his walls? Did it reflect the type of person he was, even a little?

"But I don't have any pajamas or clothes to change into. It's not exactly like I wanna go back inside, either." I frowned, causing him to pause, seeming to think. "I'll go get you some clothes, then. Just wait in my car." He said, handing me his car keys before he slid past me to head back inside. I heard the moans briefly again when he opened and then closed the door, making me cringe as I rushed back to his car.

I ended up waiting quite a while for him to just be getting me some clothes, probably around fifteen minutes, and I began to wonder if maybe I should go inside to see what was taking so long. However I then saw him walk out the front door with a bag of clothes in his hand, a smile growing on my lips as he opened the driver's door and got in. I took my bag from him and gave him a grateful grin, sitting with my bag on my lap. "You know, they can go for a surprisingly long time." He remarked after he put on his seatbelt, beginning to drive off down the street.

Grossed out, I scrunched up my nose and frowned at him. "That's so gross, Luke." I grumbled, earning a laugh from him. "Come on, you know I'm just saying it to get a reaction outta you." He smiled, keeping his attention on the road.

"Hey," Luke said after a while of comfortable silence, taking a brief glance at me. I cocked my head to the side curiously. "I hope you know you're sleeping in my bed tonight." He told me, making it clear that this was a demand and not a request. I giggled and felt my body warm at the thought. "Okay." I agreed quietly. I hadn't told him, but I loved having him in the same bed as me. He was so warm and comfortable, not to mention that I felt safe when he was beside me.

We arrived at his house and I followed him inside, pleasantly surprised at how nice everything was. This being my first time here, I was a little surprised that he had a one story house because I had always pictured him living in a two story house, for some reason. Maybe it was because he spent so much time at my house, which was a two story.

"Come on, bubbles. Quit gawking and let's go. You're moving slow as a turtle." He teased me, making his way down a hall. I rushed after him, eyeing his broad shoulders from behind. "I feel you staring at me. You checking me out, Delilah?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder at me with a playful smile. My face burned but I shook my head, walking up beside him. "No!" I huffed. He didn't look like he bought that but he just smiled nonetheless.

He opened a door to the right and grabbed my wrist, kicking the door shut after pulling me into the room with him. I blinked and set my bag on the floor, realizing that I was finally seeing his room. And, in a way, it was exactly what I had expected—not clean yet certainly not dirty, with nothing up on the walls. The flatscreen TV was mounted on the wall directly across from his bed, right above a brown dresser. His bed was a king sized, so it was much larger than my tiny twin bed, and then frame of the bed was a brown that matched his dresser. It didn't have a headboard on it at all.

I looked up at him and smiled. "Your room is so empty looking." I said, causing him to look around before shrugging. "What? I'm not much for decorating, okay?" He defended himself, shooting me a playful pout. I giggled and shook my head, clinging to him when he picked me up and carried me to his bed, before he pulled me off and threw me onto his bed. His dark blue and black blankets were soft, and his bed felt so comfy I was ready to fall asleep in it. A content moan left me as I rolled onto my stomach in the middle of his bed, burying my cheek into his blankets.

"You getting turned on by my blankets, Delilah?" Luke asked playfully, a squeal leaving me when I felt a sharp smack on my behind. I lifted my head and looked at him with pink cheeks. "It's just comfy!" I exclaimed, letting my eyes flutter shut as I relished in the comfort of his bed. Hopefully it wasn't noticeable when I inhaled, noticing that it smelled like him. "It smells like you, too." I mumbled, thoughtlessly.

Luke gently pulled off my sneakers and set them on the floor, crawling up into his bed beside me. "You really gonna fall asleep on me already?" He asked, his tone making me peel my eyes open. He looked at me with a dramatic pout on his lips that made me laugh, rolling over onto my back. "I guess you've got a point." I hummed, glancing up at him. He sat up and we looked at one another for a moment, in a comfortable silence. It was sudden when he leaned down, grabbing my face as he kissed me deeply, catching me off guard. I hesitated at first before I kissed him back, running my fingers through his soft hair. He let out a breath when he pulled away, his fingertips tracing the line of my jaw.

When he laid down I turned towards him on my side and our eyes met. I couldn't tell then if my heart was feeling giddy or just at peace, but maybe it was both.