Chapter Twenty-Nine
It was about 10:00 at night once Luke and I had finished our embarrassingly emotional talk.
"I'm sure that Katie's going back to your place after her date with Ashton, which leaves me here alone." I paused for a second. "I could really use a friend tonight?"
That practically made Luke giddy. "Trust me, babe. I'm not going anywhere," he said, making us both smile.
I crawled under my covers and gently put my (still throbbing) head on my pillow.
Luke leaned over me, holding himself up with one arm. He looked like he had something to say, so I tilted my head to the side, waiting for him to talk. Nothing.
He looked to the wall, then looked down at me, then looked at the other wall, then readjusted himself so he was sitting up. I stayed laying down and just looked at him.
"What's going on, Lukey?" I smiled, knowing how much he hated being called Lukey.
"Be my girlfriend."
I felt my heart stop for a second. Luke looked so nervous, like he was very anxious to ask me that. He was too cute, I had to hold myself back from throwing myself on him.
"What?" I asked, as a smile slowly crept onto my face.
"I wanna make this official. If it's cool with you.. I'd like to be your, you know, boyfriend." He seriously looked like he was going to throw up because he was so nervous.
My smile grew even wider. "You're so cute when you're nervous," I laughed as I sat up so we were at eye level.
"So is that a yes?" Luke asked, still looking quite anxious.
"I'd love to be your girlfriend, Lukey." I put my lips on his.
He pulled away for a second and smirked at me. "This is the only occasion that you get to call me Lukey."
I giggled as he leaned in to kiss my lips again. He exaggerated his kisses as he placed them all over my face, which made me laugh. Luke continued to kiss my face, and I continued to giggle uncontrollably.
"Ow, ow! Don't make me laugh!" I said while I tried to catch my breath. I rubbed the back of my head, even though that doesn't appease the pain of a concussion.
"Shit, shit, shit. I'm so sorry," Luke said while gently lying me down so my head was on the pillow.
I giggled a little at how nervous he got. "You're so cute when you worry, too." I looked up at Luke who was straddling me, careful not to put all of his weight on me.
"I don't want to be cute! I want to be sexy," he said as he flexed the muscles in his arms.
"So buff. You're so buff," I rolled my eyes.
Luke smirked at me again, then leaned down so he was hovering over me. He placed his lips on my lips, and I deepened the kiss. Our mouths were moving against each other, and I felt Luke's hand go up my shirt.
Just the touch of his fingers gave me goosebumps, and I could feel Luke smiling. Clearly he felt my goosebumps, too.
"Damn," Luke sighed, but he was still smiling.
"What?" I asked as I sat up a little. I kept one hand on the back of Luke's neck and ran my fingers through the ends of his hair.
"I really wish your head wasn't hurting. You're my girlfriend now. I wanna.. you know.." Luke said, and I did my best not to laugh. I know how uncomfortable he gets talking about this stuff.
"You wanna what?" I asked innocently, pretending like I didn't know what he was talking about.
He immediately put his hands up to his face and rubbed his forehead. "Don't make me say it," he mumbled.
This was absolutely hilarious. I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing.
"What do you wanna do, Lukey?" I asked as I moved his hands off of his face.
Luke sighed, then said, "I want to make love to you." He was still smirking at me, knowing that I was trying to make him uncomfortable.
"Sooooo cheesy, Hemmings! You wanna make love to me?" I couldn't stop myself from giggling at his choice of words.
"Shut up! I'm trying to be a romantic boyfriend," Luke said as he tried not to laugh.
I smiled and gently kissed his cheek. "You're wonderful."
He placed his hands on my waist. "I'm wonderful? Now look who's cheesy!" He joked as he gave my sides little squeezes.
"Shut up and make love to me," I said, gently touching his chest and shoulders.
Luke looked right into my eyes, sending butterflies to my stomach. "What about your concussion? What if it hurts you?" He gently kissed the bruises around my eye.
"You won't hurt me," I said as I ran my fingers up and down his arms.
I laid back down, and Luke positioned himself over me. He leaned down to kiss my neck and along my jawline.
"You smell good," Luke mumbled into my skin. He continued to kiss me, making his way to my chest. He kissed my collarbones, already leaving marks on my skin, and continued down to my breasts. I still had my shirt on, so he kissed what was visible.
His head shot up to look at me all of a sudden. "I forgot to tell you!" Luke exclaimed, staring at me with wide eyes.
"What??" I asked, wondering what was so important that he stopped kissing my boobs to tell me.
"Your father scares me." Luke looked at me with concern in his eyes.
"Oh my God, Luke, please don't talk about my dad right when we're about to have sex," I groaned and rubbed my forehead.
Luke grinned at me, then ran his hands up and down my sides. "Sorry, sorry. He just scares the shit out of me. Like, if you tell your parents that we're dating, I wouldn't be surprised if he hunted me down and kicked my ass."
He had such a serious look on his face, but that didn't stop me from laughing hysterically.
"Nah, I think you're fine. I'll put in a good word for you," I said with a wink as I leaned up to kiss his lips.
I felt Luke smile as we kissed, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He guided my head back down to the pillow, and I felt his fingers search for the hem of my shirt. Once he got hold of it, he pulled my shirt up and off me. I did the same to him, then I placed my hands on his bare chest.
Luke brought his hands down to my waist and pulled my shorts off. He looked at my underwear for a second, then looked back up at my bra.
"What.." I asked as I laughed nervously.
"They match! How are you always so put together? You just got out of the hospital for God's sake and your bra and panties fucking match! You're something special, you know that?" He shook his head and laughed a little, then brought his face closer to mine so he could kiss my lips.
Luke started to take his pants off, but was clearly struggling. I started laughing at how ridiculous he looked.
"Just stand up, Lukey," I said softly.
He jokingly glared at me for calling him Lukey, but took my advice and stood up. He slipped his pants off and got right back in bed with me.
We crawled under the covers, and after a couple minutes of getting situated, Luke pushed himself inside me.
"You alright?" His words were quiet and comforting. I nodded my head and he steadied himself so he was on top of me, but not hurting me.
He kissed me passionately as he rocked back and forth, and I kept my hands gripped on his broad shoulders. I did my best to make sure I wasn't leaving marks on his back, but it proved to be difficult.
He kept a steady pace for a few minutes, but soon his breathing started to quicken. "Fuck, baby." His eyes pinched shut before burying his head in my neck. "I'm gonna come, Chelsea. Fuck," he whispered into my ear before lifting his head back up.
I watched his face as he came undone, and he looked absolutely beautiful.
I lifted my hand up to brush his hair off his now sweaty forehead. My hand lingered on his face as I gently rubbed his cheek with my thumb. Luke leaned down to kiss my lips over and over again. He kept kissing my lips, then all over my face, almost as though he was thanking me for what we just did.
I smiled at him as he collapsed next to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in so my back was facing his chest, and we eventually drifted off to sleep.
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