danger >> luke hemmings

chapter twenty-three

I woke up and stretched out my arms in the air as I pulled myself up from the pillow. I glanced over at Luke who was sleeping heavily, all curled up in the cover. I yawned and took a glance at the clock that was hanging on the wall, which showed 8 pm. I groaned annoyed. Why did we always sleep to like, night? I yanked myself from the bed and walked up to the curtains as I gently pulled them to the side as I looked down over the garage. It was completely silent so I just assumed Michael was asleep in his room. 

I looked back at Luke who was still sleeping, almost snoring a little bit. I decided I should take my opportunity to take a shower as I took some underwear in my hand and walked inside the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The bathroom was big with dark grey tile on the floor and walls. It had a big mirror and a ench with a white wash-basin. And on the other side of the room was a shower with a stone wall on one side as the other side was completely in blurred glass. A kind of glass that made you see the contours and the profile of whoever was showering.

I huffed a bit to myself. Of course Luke would have that kind of shower. I stripped down from my current clothes as I walked inside the shower. The hot water was feeling amazing against my skin. The heat from the water was slowly warming up my body temperature, making me feel calmer. My head was spinning from all the stuff that had happened the last couple of days. My attempt to leave, Ashton, Calum and Milano getting shot, seeing Theresa, Luke's scar, all this shit was just spinning in my head, making me get a headache. I let out a deep sigh as I let the water pour through my long hair as I just let myself take some of the body soap that was placed on a little shelf in front of me. I lathered myself up and started to rub the soap in my hair as I pulled in the scent from the soap. It smelled just like Luke.

Luke's POV

I yawned as I stretched my body out in the warm bed. I slowly climbed up and rubbed my face a little, chewing on my lip ring. The noise of the shower reached my ears and I groaned. If Michael were using my shower without asking again I would punch him, I thought until I turned my head and saw that Taylor was gone from the bed. It dawned on me that she was in the shower. Naked.

A strong urge to rip the the bathroom door open hit me but I clenched my fists. I needed to control myself. Before, I never controlled myself, truth be told I never had to. Every girl I was with practicly begged me to sleep with her. But Taylor? She didn't do as I told, she always talked back at me and convinced me into making stuff that I normally wouldn't do. Like showing her my scar.

I growled low to myself. Why did I even do that? The scar is the most personal thing I know about me. The only person who knew about it except me was Michael and Calum.

For some reason it just felt wrong to charm her and just sleep with her, which I knew I could, but there was just moments that I couldn't resist. I needed to have her no matter what, but everytime we got interrupted or something else. 

But I wanted to wait, toying with her until she couldn't resist me anymore, because honestly, I couldn't resist her.

I knew I wanted her more than anything when she didn't obey me, fought against me and how twisted it may sound it kind of turned me on. The thing was, I had no idea why I didn't just take her as I wanted, which I always did with girls, but she was different. She made me flustered, made me feel things I hadn't felt since I was a little innocent kid.

She made my heart bang so hard against my chest I almost had a hard time breathing, and that was something that wasn't normal to me.

I walked off from my bed and forgot about the shower as I just walked inside the bathrrom quietly. As I took the step in and tiredly pulled my head up I saw the contours of a beautiful woman. I felt my mouth going dry as I looked at the amazing creature standing in my shower completely naked, well I couldn't really see that good since the glass was frosted.She was standing on the side to me and all I could see was her profile and her long hair against her back, but my body didn't need more to react. I felt my blood starting to boil and flow into regions I didn't want it to, at least not now. I took a hold of my head and made myself walk out from the bathroom with stern steps.