I wake up to knocking at my door. I groan and put the covers over my face, suddenly remembering what happened last night. I pinch the bridge of my nose struggling to fight back tears. I stand up and walk over to the door.
I open it up to reveal Michael standing there.
"I said I didn't want you to wake me up." I raise my voice at him, annoyed.
He raises an eyebrow. "When did you tell me that?"
"I didn't. I told-" I pause, remembering I told Luke to tell Michael not to wake me up. I guess he didn't tell him. "Never mind."
"Okay," He says, stressing out the a. "Well I was just coming to wake you up because Liz is making breakfast."
I shake my head slightly. "I'm not hungry, Mikey."
"Don't be rude, May. Liz is letting us stay here so the least you could do is just eat the breakfast she cooked for you." He says, frustration clear in his voice.
"Fine. Let me just fix my hair up a bit." I say, walking over to the bathroom.
I walk into the bathroom and turn the tap on, splashing cold water on my face.
"What am I gonna do?" I whisper to myself.
I take a deep breath before opening the door, only to come immediately crashing into someone else. Of course.
"Can I help you?" I ask bitterly.
"I uh-I need to use the bathroom." Luke chokes out, obviously uncomfortable over what happened last night.
"Well you could knock and let me know instead of just standing there silently waiting." I bite.
"S-sorry." Luke stutters, biting the side of his lip, a nervous habit he had.
I start to feel bad. Luke was clearly uncomfortable and me being a bitch wasn't going to make it any easier.
"'S'okay. I'm gonna uh- go get breakfast." I tell him. He nods and I walk downstairs.
After a couple minutes, Luke comes downstairs to join Michael and I at the table.
"Aren't you eating, Mum?" Luke asks Liz as he sits down beside me. Great.
"No, honey. I already ate. I'm going to go grocery shopping though. I'll be back in a few hours." Liz says, walking out the door.
"Can you pass me the syrup?" I ask Michael.
"Get it yourself." Michael says with a mouthful.
I roll my eyes before leaning over the table, standing slightly and grabbing it.
As I sit back down, I feel a hand on my thigh. My head jerks to the right to face Luke. A small smirk plays across his face as he leans over his plate of food.
He clearly wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought. I smack his hand away subtly, so that Michael wouldn't notice. Not even twenty seconds later, Luke's hand once again finds my leg. He slides his hand towards my inner thigh and slowly begins to rub circles.
I couldn't deny that I was getting turned on by this, but this couldn't happen, especially not with my brother sitting 2 feet away. I clamp my legs together and once again take Luke's hand off my leg, side glaring at him.
"Are you guys done?" Michael asks.
"Done what?" I ask quickly.
"Uh, with your food?" He raises an eyebrow.
I exhale. "Oh, right. Yeah i'm done."
"Same." Luke answers.
Michael takes our plates and brings them into the kitchen. He acts as if this is his own house, I guess he really must spend a lot of time here.
"I'm gonna go upstairs and get changed." I say, standing up from my seat.
"You can wear one of my shirts if you want?" Luke asks, standing up as well.
"No, I'll just wear yesterday's clothes, thanks." I say, rolling my eyes and walking upstairs.
"I'm gonna go take a shower, Just wait in my room Mike." I hear Luke say to Michael from downstairs.
I quickly run into the bathroom and stand behind the door to wait for Luke. I need to set him straight. He walks into the bathroom and I close the door behind him. He jumps and turns around to face me.
"What are you doing?" He asks me.
"I could ask you the same thing!" I yell in a hushed voice.
"What do you mean?" He says with a smirk, clearly knowing what I was referring to.
"Cut the shit, Luke. What the hell was that downstairs? I have a boyfriend and Michael was right there!" I say.
"It's getting really annoying to hear about your boyfriend twenty-four-seven. You cheated on him last night. It's already over between you two." Luke says.
"Ian's never going to know about what happened last night." I say.
"So you're gonna restart your relationship with secrets? Nice, May."
I sigh. Luke was right. I just needed to be honest, not only with Ian, but with Luke too.
I close my eyes and take a breath before what I was about to say next. "Look Luke, I'm not going to deny that I don't feel anything towards you because let's face it, last night proves that I do. But, I'm with someone. And you're my brother's best friend. Nothing can happen between us. Plus, I'm leaving in a month and we'll probably never see each other again so I don't see a point in ruining my current relationship for some stupid summer fling." I say in almost a whisper.
Luke's eyes widen. "So you like me?" He smirks.
"That's really all you grasped from that, Luke?" I ask, rolling my eyes.
"I love when you do that." Luke says, biting his lip.
Now I was confused.
"Do what?" I ask.
"You always say my name at the end of your sentences." He smiles.
"Would you please just focus on what I just said to you, Luke?" I ask him.
He laughs. "You just did it again."
Realizing that I did, I laugh too.
Just then Luke pushes me back into the wall, pinning my arms above my head. He begins to kiss the side of my neck and mumbles, "I like you too."
I lightly pushed him off of me, but not hard enough to remove all contact.
"I can treat you better than he can." Luke says, looking directly into my eyes while biting his lip, knowing that got me going.
Adrenaline courses through my body and as I look into Luke's eyes, -all I wanted was him.
"Screw it." I mutter before smashing my lips onto his, grabbing his hair in my hands.
Our lips moved in perfect sync, just like last night. I felt a spark with Luke, something I never felt with Ian. As my tongue fought for dominance with Luke's, I couldn't help but think of how good of a person Luke is. He's treated me better these past few weeks than Ian ever has over the months we've been dating. Luke always compliments me and makes me feel good, while Ian makes me feel worthless.
"I told Michael I was taking a shower." Luke mumbles.
"Yeah so?" I ask, reattaching our lips.
He kisses back before saying, "So, I should still take one."
He takes a step back and removes his shirt.
My eyes couldn't help but trail over his perfectly sculpted torso.
"Like what you see? He smirks.
"Obviously, you're hot." I blurt out, regretting it as soon as it left my lips.
"So are you, babe." Luke says. My heart fluttered at the nickname.
I knew taking a shower with Luke would clearly be moving too fast but, in this exact moment, all I wanted was him. I look at him and bite my lip before removing my shirt and throwing on the ground beside his.
"Holy shit." Luke says, admiring my chest.
"Kiss me already." I mutter.
Without hesitation, Luke attaches his lips onto mine. I know what I'm doing is wrong but in this very moment, I don't care about anything but Luke.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. I pull away from Luke and cover my mouth to keep from making any sort of sound.
"Who is it?" Luke asks.
"It's Michael. Dude what the hell? I thought you said you were taking a shower?" He asks.
"I am." Luke says, which wasn't a complete lie seeing as we were just about to.
"Well I haven't heard the water turn on yet. Come on dude, stop hogging the bathroom. I've gotta shower too." Michael says.
Luke groans. "Just use my mum's."
"What the hell? No that's weird! Just hurry up, i'll be with May." Michael says.
"NO!" Luke yells.
"What?" Michael asks from the other side of the door.
Luke looks at me for help. "What do I say?" He mouths to me.
I pretend to be playing on a controller, signalling him to tell Michael to go play video games.
"Can you go set up Call of Duty so we can play when I get out?" Luke asks.
"Uh, sure I guess." Michael says.
Luke presses his ear to the door and breathes out when he hears his bedroom door shut.
"That was the closest thing to a heart attack I've ever had." Luke says, letting out a small chuckle.
I laugh, bending down to pick up my shirt.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Luke asks.
"Kinda ruined the moment, don't ya think?" I laugh.
"No, let's just continue where we left off." Luke says, coming closer to me.
I put my hand on his chest to stop him. "I need to go back to the guest room so Mikey doesn't realize I was in here." I say as I put my shirt back on, and turning around to open the door.
Luke grabs my wrist, stopping me.
"What?" I ask.
"No kiss?" He pouts.
I roll my eyes playfully. "Hurry up in the shower, Hemmings." I walk out of the bathroom and into the guest room.
I shut the door and put on yesterday's clothes. I look into the mirror hanging on the wall and look at myself, realizing my swollen red lips. I bring my finger to them, missing Luke's touch.
I didn't know what was happening to me but, I knew one thing was for sure.
I wanted Luke Hemmings.