Tangled Strings (sequel to Red Strings)

Chapter 33

"Have fun you two!" Calum calls as I let Luke guide me to an empty patch of grass. "You must be drunk too, because you never want to dance," I state poking his chest accusingly. "Uh huh," Luke hums putting my arms around his neck, and wrapping his arms around my lower back. 

He grinds forward and a noise escapes from the back of my throat I press back the friction of his jeans against mine. The lyrics of Sex by the 1975 play through the speakers and pound in my head. I turn around and press my ass into the front of his jeans, Luke lets out a nod of approval and we continue to grind to the beat.  

"And I'm not trying to stop you love

If we're gonna do anything we might as well just fuck

She's got a boyfriend anyway

She's got a boyfriend anyway" 

I turn back around, feeling his breath on my neck and I finally connect out lips, he tastes like cotton candy and beer and I never thought I'd be so fond of that combination. Luke hands slide down to my bum and squeeze and I bite my lip suppressing a moan as he attacks my neck with kisses I feel him suck a love bite just above my collar bone and my hands run down the back of his shirt grabbing a fist of the fabric. 

He pulls away and I pout, but Luke just giggles grabbing my hand "Follow me," he whispers I bite my lip and willingly let him lead me up to our bedroom. As soon as the door shuts his lips are back on my neck he keeps me pressed against the door he presses against me. I am suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that there is too much clothing and reach for the edge of his black shirt tugging at it in a way that I hope translates as off. 

He understands and removes his hands from my waist lifting his arms, I pull it off his and throw it down. Luke's hands work feverishly at the buttons of my plaid shirt, and when he finally gets it he backs us both up onto the bed. He backs up against the head board and I straddle his waist running my hands down his chest. 

"Happy late Birthday Luke Hemmings," I whisper our eyes connecting, brown meet blue and then his eyes shut and he pulls me toward him in a slow kiss. I can feel my heart pounding as I reach for the bra clip. "Sky wait" Luke says, I freeze "Sky w- we can't" I feel the colour drain from my cheeks. "Why not?" I whisper "Sky you're still in recovery." I grind my teeth together seeing red.  "So what? I'm better Luke I've been better!" I yell getting off of him. "You just have one more week the-" "Then what? Then you'll have sex with me!" "Skyler that's not wh-" "God I am so fucking embarrassed!" I shout pulling at the roots of my hair.

"Do you even want to have sex with me anymore? Is this concussion just an excuse?" "No, I'm doing this for you!" Luke argues standing up. "You're supposed to be my boyfriend not my fucking father I can make decisions myself!" "I know you can, I know I just….I'm sorry ok! I'm sorry!" "Are you even in love with me anymore?" I blurt out before I even realize what I'm asking. 

"Of course I love you," he whispers putting his shirt back on. "No, are you in love with me?" I repeat suddenly barely able to breath. The silence is deafening and Luke looks down at the floor. "What does that eve-" the tears begin to blur my vision and I run out of the room without my shirt. I run and suddenly feeling extremely helpless and  I knock on the bathroom door but someone calls back. 

I cross my arms over my chest and slide down the wall finally giving into the tears. "Sky? Sky oh my god what's wrong?" Michael asks me bending down beside me and placing a hand on my knee. "He isn't in love with my anymore," I choke out sobbing again. Michael lets me rest my head on his shoulder and lets me cry, his thumb rubbing circles into my knee.