How To Get Away With Murder | l.h.

8

"This looks good." I smile as I stick my fork into my dinner

I'm glad that he decided we should eat it. I feel like if I go out anywhere too public, someone might pull a Lincoln on me and I'll be shot.

And even though this isn't Luke's house, it's pretty good. He told me he liked to hangout here more, at his friends house, and that they didn't mind. He told me in the car that his house is rather an emberassing mess and that he wasn't ready to show me.

I agreed mentally with myself not to force him. I didn't want to push him to tell me anything he doesn't want to so I changed the topic to the song on the radio.

"You're welcome." He smirks cockyly and I just let it pass, not without blushing first though.

We sit there in comfortable eating silence and I just pick at my food as he nearly shovels it in. I giggle at the mess of rice on his lap. I reach, grab a napkin then hand it to him.

"You're welcome." I mock him.

"Touché." He puts his plate down and looks at me, a smile on his face gently.

I follow in suit and without restraint, we both lean in and kiss each other hard. 

Authors note:

sorry this is short ive been lacking inspo for it