Resistance • l.h.

Fourty One

To say that we were inseparable was an understatement. There wasn't a spare moment that we weren't touching each other in someway.

Luke's hands traveled down my arms, drawing little patterns on my hands. Our gazes were focused on the TV screen in front of us, but both of us knew that neither of us were concentrating on it.

"What are you thinking about?" His gravely voice asked. I swear that I could just lie in his arms and listen to him talk all day.

"You," I replied simply, and I could see the corners of his lips twitch up out of the corner of my eye.

"What about me?" He turned me around gently, sliding his hands under his oversized shirt, which was all I was wearing besides my underwear.

I pretended to give it some thought. "I was thinking how bad of a kisser you are."

Luke scoffed, giving me a cocky smile. "Really now?"

He leaned in to press his lips softly onto mine. Our mouths moved together as he cupped the side of my face, and I sighed into his mouth. When he pulled back, I sulked, causing him to let out a melodic laugh.

"If you wanted me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask," he pointed out jokingly, his forehead resting on mine.

I shook my head. "I just... I wish I could stay here forever. I don't want to go back to San Francisco and be away from you," I admitted, looking down into my lap. "Can't we stay one more day?"

"Angel, I'm going to still be right here. We just have to wait until the divorce. Jocelyn will have to deal with it when the time comes. I can't stay here another day; there are some things I need to attend to back home. As much as I want to stay in this fantasy with you, I can't," he whispered painfully.

"What if Jocelyn suspects something?" I asked and I immediately had the strange thought of comparing her to a super villain. Maybe it was the way we were both so scared of her. The reason for keeping us apart.

Luke chewed on the inside of his cheek. "You don't have to worry about that. She doesn't think I can...get it up."

I nearly burst out laughing. "I know. I heard you guys that one night."

His face portrayed embarrassment and horror. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to hear any of that."

"I mean. Of course, I knew that wasn't true," I said and I wanted to shoot myself because of my big mouth.

He raised an expecting eyebrow at me, as if commanding me to explain.

"I was in the closet when I saw you...um." I coughed awkwardly when I watched him crack up and throw his head back, covering his face with a hand. He's so adorable.

"Oh, shit, that means you've known for a while, haven't you, Angel?" His grinned darkly, showing off his pearly white teeth.

I sheepishly looked down, not being able to meet his eyes. It's only been a few hours and I wanted him again. Lord, help me.

"I don't think I can go long without touching you," I admitted, feeling his bare chest with my hands and I watched his jaw tense, letting out exasperated sigh.

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make me want to f.uck you senselessly every second of everyday..." Luke hissed into my ear, "and yet treat you like a princess."

"Who the hell said you can't do both?" I answered cheekily and heard him groan from under me.

"We need to pack," he protested, changing the subject. I knew he was right, so I silently agreed with him, getting up.

He gave me a sad, closed mouthed grin before closing the door to his room. I stared at it for a while before closing my own, hoping that this wasn't the way it was going to be when we left.

Here are some things to clear up some stuff haha. When they had sex, the first time, Luke didn't finish in her. And the second time, he never came at all, it was more to focus on just Cami. It was kind of unclear and yes, I know, probably very unrealistic but shhhhh. Lol.
Thank you so much to the people who have been patient enough to get back to the story line. You won't be disappointed I promise.
Late update bc I'm going through a lot of school crap, I'm sorry guys.