It was risky question and at any other time I would hesitate to question, but I decided to ignore what my mind was saying and asked which rough situations he was referring to.
At first I thought Luke was angry by the way he just glared at me, but when he cracked a toothless grin, I relaxed a little bit. He shook his head at me and continued his smile.
"You know, I didn't mind telling you this kinda stuff because you never questioned it. What's happened?"
I thought about my answer, just like Luke does, not wanting to say anything which would offend him or make things awkward again, "I guess you bring out the worst in me,"
Luke moved his face closer to mine and I wondered what he was doing. He paused, a few inches from my face and I could hear his breathing loudly and clearly. His breath was hitting me and it gave me a strange warm feeling.
"Is that such a bad thing?" Luke whispered.
I stared right back at him as he was doing to me, trying not to spend too long looking at his stunning eyes, which I had found pretty before but they seemed a lot more lovely up front. Before I gave myself much more time to admire his face and find myself staring, which I'm pretty sure he was fully aware of, I stand up from the rock. Luke watches me every move, with an annoying smirk on his lips.
"I was waiting for you to do that," He says.
I shoot him a confused look, "Waiting for me to do what?"
Luke stood up once again, confusing me by his actions and taking a step towards me and with each step he would make, I found myself stepping back. I wasn't good with guys and I had no idea how to handle them, Luke knew that. Luke found this pretty amusing and that was why he enjoyed teasing me like this.
"This is pretty entertaining," Luke softly laughed as he continued to walk towards me, this time I didn't bother moving away - I found myself actually testing myself with how far I could go.
"That's impossible, I'm just that church girl, remember?" I breathed as Luke stood in front of me, leaving enough space for a red apple to fit between us and it was an uncomfortably interesting feeling.
"Perhaps you are or maybe..." He chuckled, moving closer so his lips were now milimetres from my ear. I could feel his slow breathing against my sensitive skin, making my heart jump inside my body but I didn't dare to move. I felt as if I had something to prove.
"Maybe what?" It was evident from my words that I was strugging to talk and Luke seemed to laugh at my words, sending a tingle to my ear and through my whole body.
"Maybe we'll have to wait and see,"
And with than he pulled away, finally allowing me to catch my breath as he stood back loving every minute of it.
"Not cool," I shook my head at him, "You think you're so smooth, don't you?"
"Like peanut butter,"
"Oh god," I chuckle, "That's so lame!"
"Says the girl who can't stand within inches of a guy without freaking out! Come on Fran, you have to admit that was pretty funny,"
"It was so not funny," I protested, "And don't call me Fran, it's weird," I lied through my teeth.
"Fran," Luke stated again, humming the new nickname he had invented a few times between his lips like a child and for some reason I found myself chuckling at him.
"If you call me Fran, I get to call you something," I say, poking my tongue out at him as he sits back down on the rock and I sit back down beside him.
"Oh," Luke cocks an eyebrow at me, "Who says we will meet again for you to get to call me a cute little pet name?"
"What?" I blush, "I didn't mean - I was just - I-"
"Kidding," Luke shook his head and bit his lip, "But seriously, I'm only allowed to call you a nickname. I told you, I don't like the name Frances - it's too boring,"
"Well Luke is more boring, I mean, you're basically named after my hamster," I tease. Luke shakes his head at my comment.
"Well I don't know what you're saying Fran, because your hamster is cooler than you with a name like that, damn,"
We both smile, before sitting in another silence. Luke disturbs the silence by cursing and I turn to see why he had jumped up and had his hand in his back pocket as if an umbrella was in it and he was trying to pull it out.
"Urgh fuck," Luke repeated, as he began to search on the ground.
"What?" I quickly ask, curiously to why he was now crawling on the floor like a dog.
"My cigarettes have disappeared, like what the hell? I've had them in my pocket the whole time!"
I look at Luke with confusion as I help him look for his missing tobacco, Luke looked like he had just lost his child and was about to go into a panic attack. I tried not to laugh and covered my smirk as I watched him browse around the small wood area. It was then that we looked up to see a bird in a tree above us, at least 20 feet tall, sat in it's nest. Also, sat next to a packet of cigarettes. I look at Luke and without even asking I know exactly what he's thinking and horror seems to rush through me.
"Fran," Luke says, "How good are you at climbing?"
"Um, not great," I say, still looking up at the tree.
"Well, today is your lucky day to learn, babe,"
