"Thank you." he whispered as he stood up from the bed and walked over to the cigarette pack that laid on the bed table. I didn't tell him that my parents would get angry if they noticed because I knew he needed them to relax. He sat down by the window as he stared out.
It was quiet around us, but not awkward. I took my time admiring the broken boy that sat by the window. His hair was messy from him running his hands trough it in frustration and his eyes were bloodshot from crying, but he still looked as beautiful as ever. He was looking at something outside, looking very focused which made his eyebrows furrow and his eyes to widen a bit. I smiled, taking a finger to my lips, thinking back to the kiss we had just shared. It was such a gentle, featherly kiss, but it still managed to make the butterflies go crazy and my pulse to quicken.
I decided to walk over to him and he turned his head to look at me instead, now staring at me instead of staring out the window like he had done a couple of seconds ago, but now he had a small smile on his face. His eyes took in my face, like he wanted to remember everything from my face. I felt my cheeks heat up, knowing I was blushing, but he was staring at me like he could read into my soul. I bit my lip nervously as he put a hand on my cheek, tracing his fingers on my cheeks and then bottom lip.
When I closed my eyes, I felt a small peck against my lips. It was quick and so soft that I almost thought I had imagined it, but I felt it and it made a rush of adrenaline run through my body. I felt Luke's forehead leaning against mine. His breath tickled my face, but I didn't mind because I liked being this close to him.
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