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(Chapter #9)- Fights + Surprises

{{{Chapter Song: Backseat Serenade by All Time Low}}}

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Backseat serenade.

Dizzy hurricane.

Oh, god I'm sick of sleeping alone.

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I wake up, my head throbbing violently. I open my eyes. Luke's shirtless chest rises and falls with his breathing. I feel safe as one of his hands had pulled me closer, staying on my back. I can feel his breathing on my head. I study his chest. Jesus, he's broad. His shoulders seem to come out a foot from his neck. I look up at his neck, and see dark circles with bite marks.

Did I do that?

I reach up and touch the mark lightly, not wanting to wake him. It's definitely from last night. But I don't know if I gave that to him or not. I quickly lift up the blanket to make sure he has pants on. He does. I sigh in relief.

I look down at myself. I see lots of soft bite marks everywhere. Not bad ones. Not like the one on his neck. But there are bite marks.

Then there's the usual scars on my stomach. The reason I can see my stomach is because I have only a bra on. I look around for the small dress I had.

It lays lifeless on the ground.

I pull up the covers more and press my forehead against his collarbone.

I touch his stomach lightly, and trail my fingers towards his hip. I accidentally touch his pant line. I hear a faint moan come from his mouth.

"Can you not please?" He says huskily. Morning voices are hot.

"'Can I not' what?" I ask, biting my lip. This is fun.

"Touch down there." I knew what he meant, but I just like hearing the struggle in his voice as I continue to stroke the skin near his hip.

"Down, where?" I tip toe my fingers near his pant line again.

"My dick area." He bursts out. I giggle, and I lift my head. I realize it's still dark outside. That's why it was so dark in the room. The only light there is, is coming from the moon.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" I dig my fingernails into his side, pressing my thumb near his stomach.

"No." He says. I lift myself on top of him, pinning his arms to the mattress. I can feel the muscle through his skin.

"Good." I straddle his waist, trailing my fingers down his chest to his stomach, repeating the motion. He growls and turns us over. His legs are between the two of mine still.

I take his face in my hands and pull him in for a long kiss. His lips move perfectly with mine, sculpted perfectly for each other.

I feel his thumb hook under the line of my panties. I don't really care. I just want him. Him with me.

My hands move to the back of his neck, playing with the small hairs. I feel nervous as he continues to slip off the under garment I was wearing. I'm so glad I decided to shave.

I looked up at him. He follows my movement and his blue eyes shine down at me.

"You're so pretty." He whispers through the darkness, the only light being the moon outside seeping through the windows. He kisses my stomach lightly. I moan, the warmth of his lips spreading through my veins.

"I-I love you." Choking the words to come out of my throat. I swallow nervously. I've never said those three words to anyone. Probably because I've never had anyone to say it to.