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wiiildflowerrr · 3 years ago

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Wow, drunk Marnie is feisty! 😂

And they kissed! I hope no-one backtracks when they've sobered up.

Memories - lrh (Chapter Ten)

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Ashton had promised that his birthday party would be just a small one. Even though I hardly knew him, I knew I shouldn't believe this story, and I was right.

The small party migrated from his house, to Noah's house, which was the biggest. The guest list, which was just one page, became two, front and back. I have never seen so many friends of him.

In order not to have penetrators, Ash hired a company to check names and another to prepare drinks and offer snacks.

Small party, huh!

Kyleen and I arrived after a long afternoon at her house, playing with our hair and choosing clothes. I feel my hands ring with anxiety for everyone to see me, especially Luke. I loved my new look and the attitude I'm having with him. But, like any human being, I want everyone to like the change I've made.

We go through the list on the door and see Noah's house all decorated inside. Several balloons and a huge banner written "Happy Birthday, Grandpa Ashton" with greetings from the boys and other friends.

Because it was early, the house was practically empty. Kyleen pulls me to the pool area, where we can see everyone leaning against the banister, chatting.

Jack Barakat, whom I had the chance to meet the day before, is the first to see us and soon drops the glass on the little table near of them, cheering and whistling. Oh my God! With this reaction discreet, everyone in the circle begins to look at us, imitating their friend.

I thank for not having rougeed a lot, because I know that I am red now. I hug Ashton first, congratulating him, even if his birthday was only Tuesday. I hand the package over, eager for him to see it.

“T-shirts! Thanks!” he hugs me again.

“They are not normal T-shirts.” I warn him, excited. Calum, who was beside him and helped me choose, starts to smile.

“Why? Do they fulfill wishes?” he asked confused.

“No, idiot. They shine in the dark.” I raise my eyebrows quickly.

Ashton's eyes widen, like a child. In seconds, he runs into a bathroom to check, then comes back very excited. Boys ...

After pleasing the little child, I turn to my friends.

“I can't believe you did a spa afternoon and didn't call me.” Leah complains.

“In my defense, I didn't even know she would do that. She just told me she wanted to get the cut right.” Kiki defends herself, giving me a beer.

“I should hit my hand on your face. Damn it, you look so beautiful!” Leah rolled her eyes before hugging me. I laugh at her, before standing by her side still hugged. “Just let Luke see you, he'll freak out!” she whispers. My stomach churns at the thought.

“Hasn't he arrived yet?” I question like that doesn’t matters to me.

“No, but he said he was on his way. Anxious?” she looks at me with a malicious smile.

“Stop it! I just asked.��

“Uh-hum!” She and Kiki respond.

“Is that the color I used last year?” Mike asks, wanting to put those fingers full of chips in my hair.

“If you still want to play guitar, I think you better clean those fingers well before getting close to my hair.” I threaten, taking a step back.

Michael rolled his eyes sullenly, but he accepted my threat by wiping his fingers. Kyleen confirms his suspicion, saying that the tone I'm using is a darker number.

“This is making me want to dye my hair again.” he looks at Kiki, making a puppy face.

“What do we agree on?” she points her finger at him, angry.

“That I would let my hair rest for a while.” he answers sulkily.

“Because?” Kyleen reinforces.

“Because if I don't take a break, he might fall.” Michael responds after a very angry sigh.

“The bald cliff is already a reality.” Jack teases, making everyone laugh. Soon he and the boys enter a teasing chat. The girls and I stayed there, but without getting into their conversation.

Within minutes, Noah's house is packed with people. Some famous, others not. Some really friends, many not. Many girls and boys interested in becoming famous.

As I walk around the party looking for my group, I wonder why. Why invite a lot of people who are not even your real friends? Who just want to show up at your expense? Who most likely don't even know the reason for the party?

But Ashton's answer only leaves me more empty, 'Because living in Los Angeles is like that. You need to pay the price to be in the middle.'.

On the way, I run into someone and when I turn around, I come across Luke, all in black and a leather jacket, to complete the bad boy look. I smile bigger than I expected.

“Hey!” I throw myself into his arms without worrying if he was caught off guard.

“Hey!” he answers, a little lost. “Wow, you… you… wow.”

“I look like a cotton candy?” I help him, who still seems lost and a little shy.

“Yeah, walking cotton candy.” he lets out a laugh, making me smile more, if that's possible. “You look beautiful, Marnie!” he says seriously.

“Thanks!” I look away without grace. Once again, thanks for the lack of rouge.

Before I could say that I missed him these days and start talking about the day with my brothers stayed with me, a figure with orange hair and snow-white skin, all smiling and full of touches for him approaches. Who is she?

“Enjoy this beer, I fought a lot for it.” she says laughing, winking at him. Who is she? “Oh, hi Marnie! I didn't see you there. Also, with that look, I would never recognize it.” she smiles ‘nice’. Who is she?

I know that I am shooting her with my eyes and that my face is sulky, but I don't care, I just want to know who she is. I hear Luke clear his throat, trying to get my attention, but I don't take my eyes off hers, who is also staring at me, but in total pleasure from my internal combustion.

Your face is not strange to me, but I can't pull it from where. But I don't need a memory to know that I don't like her. Damn it if this is an opinion based on absolutely nothing, if I am letting myself be carried away by sensations that my body reproduces by a mortal feeling and that does not need much to emerge. I just don't like it.

“This is Pam. She's a… a ..”

“Friend! An old friend.” she finishes for him, smiling at me again. “We already met, but you must not remember. Okay, well, I'm not taking it to the personal.” she tries to look cute and kind, but I just want to push her away.

“Nice to meet you.” I say grudgingly.

And again, before I could continue any matter, she takes Luke's hand and takes him away, in the conversation that Stan Nickson, a great producer, was out there and they needed to meet him.

Irritated, I march to the balcony area, where my friends were when I arrived. Sitting on a few stools, watching the party that took place in the pool downstairs and commenting on everything.

“What's wrong with you?” Noah asks, noticing my frown.

“Do you know Pam?” I ask still curious to know who is she.

“Oh no, what does she here?” Leah is already standing ready to go after it.

“Apparently she was invited, or came with Luke.” I roll my eyes.

“Was she with Luke?” Noah, Leah and Kiki scream in surprise.

“Yes, why?” I suspect you may be an ex.

“Nothing, what did she say?” Kiki talks quickly.

“She introduced herself and then took Luke away from me. Said they needed to talk to a Stan Nickson.” I watch Leah frown.

“Stan is a music producer and Luke doesn't need one.” she looks at her brother, closing her eyes. “ Oh no.”

“What?” I ask lost.

“I wouldn't doubt it, it was always her dream.” Noah shrugs, mocking.

“I do not believe she will try a singer career. Oh! How embarrassing.” Leah covers her face laughing. “Where's Calum?” she turned, looking for the australian in the lower area.

After a few shouts, calling the australian up, I see Calum running towards us.

“Pamela Scott wants to become a singer.” she plays for Calum.

Hood shakes his head negatively, perhaps discredited. His expression is comical.

“Where's Jack?” he asks, causing the three to laugh. And I'm still lost.

“Why this mockery?” I ask.

“Pam always had this idea of wanting to sing, but she can't.” Calum starts.

“ It's out of tune like a cat fighting.” Kiki adds.

“Now she's trying again.” Noah finishes.

“ It's just ridiculous. And she takes advantage of Luke's good heart for that.” Leah complements angrily.

Upstairs, I see her and Luke side by side, in the middle of a group of people. She all the time putting her hands on Luke, trying at all costs to get his attention. I roll my eyes, feeling my body burn again.

“Who wants to play beer pong with me?” I question, ready to distract myself from that scene and that feeling.

[...]

The clock strikes close to 3:00 a.m.. The party at this point is already crazy. Some people have already lost their limit and dignity, others have already pass out and, if they wake up, they won't even know where they are. I've seen someone in a very exciting conversation with their own reflection in the mirror. A dinosaur head passing by and I'm sure I saw a girl devouring Ashton on the couch. Disgusting.

I am not far from any such state. I mean, after three rounds of beer pong, one round of tequila tower and one round of Never Have I Ever, I am one step away from do something embarrassed. Something I still don't know how I haven't done it.

I transit between that sea of people, trying to get to some bathroom. With my feet hurting from the heels, which I also don't know how I'm getting on with, I start my quest to try to get to the toilet. I know it is around here.

Living room. Bedroom. Bedroom. The same living room. Bedroom. Kiki and Leah making out in the bathroom. Desk. The same bedroom. Wait a minute ... what?

Feeling all the alcohol evaporate from my body. I stop in the middle of the hallway, wondering if I saw it right, or if I was already very crazy, after all the smoke is rolling loose down there.

I back up until my vision enters the bathroom, where I confirm that it is both. Kiki sitting at the sink and Leah standing between her legs. I open my mouth in shock. I didn’t see that coming.

OK! I also kissed Kiki during the Never Have I Ever before, but we were playing. Now, there is no competition going on.

For the sake of their privacy and fire, I close the door carefully and return to the living room, trying to find another bathroom. Halfway there, I find Michael, who was also looking for the toilet, but I shooed him away.

“But I need to pee.” he complains, while trying to pass.

“No! The bathroom is occupied.” I pull his arm with all the strength that the drink lets me have, in this case, nothing, because he is dragging me.

“I wait.”

“Michael! There are people making out there, leave them alone.” I shout.

“Oh my God, who?” he comes back to me, curious.

“I won't tell, now let's go. We need another bathroom.” I take his hand, finally going to the other side of the house.

After removing some alcohol from my body, I go to the pool, looking for some familiar face. I pass my eye not recognizing anyone.

“Marnie!” I turn around, watching Pam approach. Oh no! “We didn't even have time to talk. How are you?”

“Fine, thank you!” I take a step to get away from her, but her hand grabs me.

“Wow, that was a radical change. Pink hair, a lot of courage.” your judgmental tone bothers me.

“I know! Some people have courage, others …” I look her up and down, before trying to leave again.

“You know, you don't have to treat me like that, after all, it was you who took him from me first.” I get confused. “Poor thing, you don't remember, do you?” she runs her hand over my face, pushing my hair away. Oh, I remember. I think when her face returns to my mind like an arrow.

"“I kick my leg incessantly waiting for Luke's black maserati to arrive. Damn, couldn't he be home? It would be much easier, I would arrive, declare myself to him and that's it. But staying here at the door of his house only makes me think too much and analyze whether it really is a good idea.

When I give up waiting, I hear the engine roar. Luke parks and gets out of the car, confused by my presence there. I don’t focus on it too much, since seconds later the passenger door opens and I see Pam leaving confidently.

I take a deep breath, feeling my whole body tremble in anger. I walk away for a week and he already runs into her arms? Idiot.

“Marnie, wait!” I hear him scream as I head towards my car. So many girls. So many! And he goes after Pam, frankly. “Damn it, Marnie, wait.” he screams in an irritated tone.

So I stop. Is he angry? I come here to declare myself and see him with another girl and he is angry? Oh no.

“What?” I march towards him, who even takes a few steps back in fright.

“Isn't it …”

“What am I thinking?” I complete for him. “Of course not. I only walk away for a week and you already run for it. How surprising, Hemmings. So many girls and you get her right away.” I try to keep my tone low.

“What did you want me to do? You say I didn't have to wait until today because you don't want me. I thought it was over.” he sighs. “I'm not hooking up with her, just helping.”

“With what? She find her way to your bed?” I hysterical whisper. “You don't have to, Luke. She already knows!”

I cover my face, exhausted. The wheezing makes my pressure wobble. I can not take it anymore.

“In the end it was good that it happened. So I don't waste my time declaring myself to you.” I go back to my car.

“Hey! What? Declare yourself?” he holds me, pulling me close.

I try not to focus on the sensations that his touch and proximity cause me. But I lose the battle when I focus on your eyes. That ocean shone with hope. Shit, why do I have to like you so much?!

“Today is friday and I'm here.” I open my arms. “What do you think I came to do? Play chess?” my voice falters and my eyes start to water. I don't want to lose Luke, not now that I've accepted how much I like him.

We were silent for a few seconds and I started to feel vulnerable. I see him look at Pam quickly, who was impatient, then at me.

I know what he's thinking, if it's worth giving me another chance, after all that show last week. After so many times that I pushed him away, saying that I never wanted anything to do with him. But shit, I want to! Damn it how I want to.

Luke makes me feel like I'm the most important and precious thing in the world. As if his whole existence depended on mine. That everything I do is beautiful, even my pancakes, which I know are horrible, but he is always complimenting me.

With him I feel loved and protected, like never before. I feel the peace that I have been looking for for years, and I cannot miss it.

“Luke …” I call him, without strength.

His eyes focus on me and I feel naked. Not in the malicious sense, but in the emotional sense, as if he were seeing all my insecurities and fears written on me, clear as water.

“Wait for me inside the house, I'm going to call Pam a car.” he gives me the key and, with it, the hope of our future.

I walk past him towards the door. Pam glares at me angrily. I would even show her the middle finger, but I don't care about her presence. Luke was giving me a chance, that's what mattered at the moment.

I enter the house, going straight to the living room. Petunia starts to bark on the terrace, prompting me to open the door for her. I take all my anxiety out on her, while Luke doesn't enter.

I pass by the door, watching the two of them talk through the jars that framed the entrance. Pam paced up and down in stress while Luke was leaning against his car, massaging his forehead, tired.

When a white car pulls up and Pam gets into it, I run back into the living room, waiting for Luke to show up.

The sound of the door opening and its footsteps on the floor, make me want to throw up. For God's sake, not again! I take a deep breath and control myself.

Luke leans against the wall, watching me, tired, confused and afraid. I know he is afraid that I will hurt him, just like me, but my desire to be with him is much greater than all of that.

“Today is friday and you are here. So?” he asks, wanting me to convince him that he made a good choice.

“I want you!” I say without hesitation.

I had prepared a speech, a declaration worthy of a movie, but it was all gone. And honestly, I didn't need much. I don't just want to say nice words. Those the wind can take! I want to prove how much I like him in attitudes.

“The way you said out there I thought there would be an epic speech. “ he starts to approach slowly.

“Well, it was supposed to be, but I forgot.” I make a guilty face that makes you laugh. My heart is racing, seeing him getting closer and closer.

“Try it.” he insists, stopping a few meters from me.

“I was going to say that I was an idiot, spoiled, boring and stubborn person.” I hold the felling to fight with him when I see him firmly agree. “I was also going to say how much I like you and how much you make me happy.” he approaches again.

“Continues.” he surrounds my waist, pulling me gently to his chest. I take a deep breath, trying to control my body and the silly smile that I wanted to escape. Damn australian.

“Probably later I would apologize for everything.” I whisper with his face very close to mine. “ And I would end by begging you not to break my heart.” I say in a breath, lost in his blue eyes.

“I wont!” he says before he kisses me.

I bury my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him towards me. I dreamed of that kiss all week. With his hands tightening me against him. With his tongue touching mine. With his lips attacking mine. With all his touch.

I try to get away to say the other reason I'm there, but he won't let me. His hand passes from my waist to the nape of my neck, holding me to his lips. I begin to feel my concentration and focus going into space.

I give up and start to open his shirt, while his hand is already inside mine. I pull ourselves over to the couch, falling on top of him.

I lose all senses for seconds when I feel his hot mouth touch my neck. I hold on to the couch, afraid of falling.

Marnie, focus. You need to resolve other matters first. My subconscious goes on alert.

“Wait!” I scream, getting off his lap. “Wait, I need to talk to you first.”

“We are already talking.” he gets up.

“No!” I point a finger at him, telling him to stay still. “It's another type of conversation, this one, we can continue later.” I speak breathlessly. ”"

If I didn't already like Pam without even knowing where she was from, now I couldn't stand her. I know she was with Luke long before I came, it was a colorful friendship, which for her had become a long time type.

However, for her bad luck, Luke was not in the mood for anything serious. I remember Ashton saying that he had just ended a relationship and didn't want to get involved with anyone, so it took us so long to accept what was going on.

And of course she hates me, she thinks I stole it from her. While I hate her because she doesn't understand that it is over and stays in the corners waiting for a breach to get closer. God, she and Stephen could be together, they are the same.

Due to the amount of alcohol in my blood and the tiredness of being at least four hours on stilettos, I just roll my eyes, not letting her getting in my mind.

I walk past her, trying once more to leave. But for my bad luck, Pam is very committed to annoying me and speaks loudly.

“Don't worry, Marnie. Everything in its proper place. You alone and him in my bed.”

I draw as much oxygen as possible, feeling the air inflate the flame more, which since it arrived, burns inside me. Every cell in my body vibrates with the electrical charge that my brain and heart release. My mind, instead of calming down, projects scenes of the two of them and it just warms me up more, evaporating all the alcohol and all the lightness it brings to my body.

The fight with Emery is not going to be the only one on my list.

I turn around, watching Pam smile with poison dripping from her mouth. Bitch. I smile as if she had told a hilarious joke.

“So you and Luke are together now?” I mock.

“I don't need you to believe. He and I know the truth. And you and I know how he moans when-”

It all happened so fast. In a second I'm flying over her, but before I can scratch her face, someone hold me. Then everyone is looking at us with fear. In this case, looking at me, since I was struggling on someone's lap and Pam was playing the victim. Son of a bitch!

Leah, Kiki, Noah, Calum, Michael, Ashton and Luke, appeared to try to appease.

“What is happening?” Noah yells over my screams.

“I don't know! We were talking and out of nowhere she freaked out.” Pam, try to hide behind Luke, who was lost.

“Get away from him, you viper.” I scream, trying to scratch whoever was holding me.

“Can someone help me? She is not weak!” I recognize Mitchy's voice. Michael steps in front of me, in a frustrated attempt to stop me, but I start to want to climb his shoulder. I'm insane.

“Marnie!” he screams trying to bring me to reality. Ashton joins him, holding my face, to focus on him.

“Then let me see if I understand. You, Pamela, the angel on earth, were just talking to Marnie and out of nowhere, did she decide to hit you?” Leah uses the same mocking tone as me.

“Yes, I was trying to get right with her. Lukey, I swear.” she pouted at him. I try to climb Ash and Mike again, but they hold me. I stop, hearing a loud laugh.

Leah even put her hand on her belly, as if she was out of breath.

And like me, she steps towards Pam, who hides behind Luke. Now, everyone is trying to hold on to Leah who looked a thousand times worse than me.

“Get out of the way, otherwise you will be beaten too.” she screamed, enraged.

“OK! Enough!” Luke cries furiously, making everyone stop. Especially because it was about him.

His eyes met mine and I know that he already knows everything that is going through my head. The rage grows so deep inside me that I want to hit him.

“You promised you would tell!” I move towards him, pushing him. Luke said my name over and over, until he got tired and threw me over his shoulder. “Let me go.” I start to hit him on the back.

“No! That matter is over. You.” he spins fast, pointing at Pam, I think. “I'll talk later. Kyleen, I'm going to need help.”

I never heard Luke use that tone, so serious and hard. He's angry. Fuck, I'm over. He promised that he would tell me if he was with another. And then Pamela? So many girls and then her?

As we walk away, I support myself on his shoulder and continue to shout insults at Pamela, swearing that I would stick my hand in her face. Pam couldn't even laugh, as Leah was still a watchdog beside her, ready to attack.

Everyone who is still at the party, watched the show, shocked. Kyleen came after us, worried about my stress level. With each step that Hemmings climbed, I felt my dizziness increase.

My stomach, which used to turn in anger, now turns in nausea. I need to go down now! I start patting Luke on the back in order to signal that I'm not well, but he won't listen to me until we get to a room.

As soon as he puts me on the ground, I see everything spinning hard. I hold on to him so I don't fall. His hard expression changes to a concerned one.

“Luke…” Kyleen calls him worried, maybe because of the frown I'm making.

In seconds I am kneeling on the toilet and putting everything out. Carrying me upside down was not the best idea he had. Hemmo stands behind me, holding my hair and rubbing my back. Not again!

Is that the story of my life? Live throwing up in Luke's presence?

“Get out!” I groan, sticking my hand in the middle of his face, trying to push him away. But as always, he ignores me, staying there.

My body temperature drops dramatically. I'm freezing. Shame rises for me, swallowing me up. I can't believe this is happening. At least, it wasn't at his feet.

Relieved, I throw myself against Luke's chest, exhausted. Kiki hands me a glass of water and two pills. She holds my hand, caressing it, as my mother would.

“Want to try to go to the bedroom?” she asks calmly.

I shake my head. I know myself, from the moment I put my foot out, I will feel like throwing up again. The chances of me actually throwing up are slim, but this is how my psychological works. Bathroom = safe. Bedroom = danger.

I'll be in this back and forth for a while and since I don't have the strength to stand, I prefer to stay in the bathroom for a little while, just in case.

“Okay, so let's go further back.” Luke carefully pulls me back.

We sat on the other side of the bathroom. Luke leaning against the wall and me lying on his chest. Kiki crouches in front of us, studying me. I hide my face on his neck, feeling the medicine want to come out. Luke hugs me and asks me to take a deep breath.

“I'll leave you alone and make sure Leah didn't kill anyone. Anything call me.” she warns the Australian. “And you be well, my love.” Kiki kisses my hand before leaving.

Now alone, the atmosphere seems smaller. More awake, I analyze everything I did in the last 40 minutes. What a shame! I ruined up with Ashton's party, caused a fight, went into an embarrassment, threw up and I'm sure Luke is mad at me.

What am I doing with my life? I don't give an inside.

“Sorry.” my voice hardly comes out.

The silence that floods the space, only proves that he is irritated. I think about raising my face to see his expression, but I keep quiet. I am attentive to hearing your sigh.

“You need to stop saying sorry.” he says neutral.

“Sorry.” I close my eyes, feeling like an idiot.

“Marnie!” he scolds me. I open my mouth, but quickly close it again.

I close my eyes, just enjoying the calm. The sound of our breaths, his heartbeat and his presence. I feel a little better than nausea, but I don't want to leave here. The chances of him going after Pam and leaving me alone are high and I'm not going to give her that taste.

“Are you mad at me?” I ask, starting to play with the buttons on his jacket. From the position, I can see that he lowered his head to see what I'm up to.

“And can I get mad at you?” I can't control the smile. “Why did you stay that way?” I roll my eyes, I don't want to talk about it. “Marnie, I need to know, because it involves me.”

I sit up straighter, having full view of his face.

“She came to tell me that you are together.” I do not go into the merit of the memory or the expression ‘Everything in its proper place’ because at the moment, these are just details. “You are with her?”

My heart is racing as I ask the question. The fear of the answer is huge, because I know that part of my future depends on it. Hemmings studies me, curious.

“No and you know it!” I close my eyes, feeling his touch on my cheek better.

The same touch of memory. The same damn butterflies in the stomach. The same shiver.

I lower my face, feeling my cheeks burn. I focus all my nerve endings at the point of my back, where his thumb goes up and down lovingly.

“I know what she was before I arrived.” Lucas raises his eyebrows, as if to say ‘really?’

“A friend! Only that.” he hits.

“No. I'm a friend of Ashton's and I never did half of what you must have done.” I cross my arms, irritating myself again.

“Okay, she was a different friend, but you were my girlfriend. The weights are quite different.” Were. I try not to focus on that. “Jealous, M&Ms?”

The provocative smile makes me roll my eyes and snort. Great! I can't be bothered by a little friend of his who already means I'm jealous.

“Frankly …” I mumble, returning to settle on his chest. That way he wouldn't see my face and I would stop thinking that he was too handsome.

Silence reigns again. It is not a trouble silence, but very comforting. I notice a necklace around his neck and turn my full attention to him. It was round, and had a rose quartz stone that took the entire diameter of the circle. Without asking permission, I touch the necklace, very interested. I turn the stone over and find a little sign behind it.

“When did I give you this?” I ask when I read my name engraved on the plaque.

“On our first Christmas together. You had an equal, but yours was blue, unfortunately you lost it in the accident. It was like dating ring.” he completes after a sigh. My heart misses a beat.

“I hate our relationship.” the explosion comes out without me being able to think about holding it.

“Why?” he looked at me indignantly.

“Cause we were too perfect, too cute and too romantic.” I mumble like an angry child. I'm trying not to think about us too much, but we don't help. “Now I know why Samantha wants to marry you.”

“What?” I get lost, watching him laugh. “You mean I have a second option? I will consider it, she always treated me well and gave me cookies.” Luke holds back a laugh, seeing how he was managing to mess with me.

“Idiot!”

I take advantage of the good mood and think about commenting on Stephen's visit. If he didn't get mad at me almost crushing his little friend's face on the floor, he won't be over it.

“I need to tell you something.” I comment. I make a face, praying for my opinion about him being right. “Stephen came over to my house.” I hold my breath analyzing his expression.

“Are you kidding me? When?” he sits up straight and irritated. Really? That makes him angry?

“On that Monday, when everyone knew about us.” Luke rubs his face in irritation. I hold his hands, bringing his focus to me. “Nothing happened. I wanted to go downstairs to break my cast on his head, but Noah didn't let me.” I'm not over it yet. “I just wanted you to hear it from me.”

“You weren't that quarrelsome.” he jokes. “Why didn't you tell me before?”

“I don't want you to think you have to take care of me, not about Stephen. I can take care of myself. And I didn't want to bother you with it either.” Luke nods.

“Now I know. Emery, Pam, Stephen... I think I will hire you to protect me during the tour.” he makes fun of my anger. “And you know you never bother me.” Do I? I decide not to go into that part, because I know it will lead to a more serious side, and honestly, enough serious business for today.

“Be careful or you'll be next.” I point my finger at his face, enjoying the light atmosphere between the two of us.

Once again everything happens too fast. An urge surges within me, taking over all my senses, preventing me from better analyzing the situation. Surely the fact that I still have a significantly high level of alcohol in my blood has collaborated a lot for this action. Amazing how when you drink, everything seems like a good idea.

Wrapped in the good, playful mood between the two of us, as soon as Luke stops smiling, I move my body toward his, locking lips for a few seconds.

As soon as the action takes effect, I realize what I've done and brake, still with my face close to his. His blue eyes are alarmed and lost. Luke doesn't take long to act, and deep down I'm grateful for that.

I let out a surprised groan when his lips touch mine again and seconds later, the touch of his tongue against mine. I sink my hands into his hair, pulling him to me.

My body explodes with sensation. My mind clears and I can think of nothing else but how much I want to kiss him and that I shouldn't have taken so long to do so. Something screams inside me, it's amazing how everything feels right, the way it should, because it was him. It was always him!

OMG!!! Finally they kissed.

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