Resistance • l.h.

Thirty Three

I continued to stare up at Luke, trying to calm down my exhausted body. He bent down and captured his lips with mine again and I sighed in satisfaction.

"What are we doing?" I asked quietly when we pulled away.

"It's not hard to understand. I'm sick of trying to pretend that I don't want you."

"And all that time? Avoiding me?"

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear that fell out of my ponytail, an affectionate thing that I didn't find adorable until now. "I didn't want to. It was probably one of the hardest things I've had to ever do."

Slowly, he bent down so that he could match my sitting height, looking me dead in the eyes. "Think of it like this. You're religious, aren't you?"

I nodded, even if it wasn't exactly true anymore. My family and I were Catholic but after the divorce, my mother stopped going to church every Sunday, despite my constant reminders. Years passed and slowly, I stopped going too.

"Well then you know the story of Adam and Eve. God told them that they could have whatever they wanted--but the forbidden fruit," he said absentmindedly, trailing his finger from my lips to my collarbone. He looked like he wanted to devour me and I shuttered slightly at my thoughts.

"Thing is, they ate it anyway, therefore creating sin and evil. My point is, maybe I wanted a taste of it too," he whispered, eyes hooded over with lust.

"And I didn't want your mom or any other girl out there, I wanted you," he said with so much emotion I wanted to faint, "and yet I couldn't have you."

I bit down on my lip. I was afraid to know the truth about his feelings for me. Was it pure lust? Or was there more behind it?

"But, Jocelyn?" I wondered, managing to get the few words out.

Luke shook his head. "Listen, I've been thinking about this for a long time. Your mother and I have already planned to get a divorce for a while; we were just waiting until you left for college. I wasn't planning on...pursuing you right after you left. Give you time to get used to living without me. I wanted to come back and with nothing standing in my way anymore, I'd win you over. Not as your step-father but someone you could potentially..."

He let his voice slowly fade to a stop, rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness.

"I know you love me, but not the same way I...f.uck," he rambled.

"You'd do that?" I asked quietly, tears starting to spring to my eyes.

Luke nodded, clenching and unclenching his jaw before speaking, "God, after what's happened, I'd go anywhere for you. As whatever you wanted me to be. Your stepfather, friend, or something more, I don't care."

Hearing him confess everything made my heart hurt. I was crying now, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I love you, Cami," he rasped, taking my face into one of his hands and I felt like I couldn't breath. His voice was so thick with emotions I was surprised it didn't choke him on the way out.

"I'm so f.ucking in love with you."

Lol. It went from like smut to like 'I love you.' Oh well. This was late bc school is hell.
See u tomorrow :)