Illegal ➳ Luke Hemmings

Chapter 11 - "You can pretend all you want, but you know you like it."

I lay my head against his chest and closed my eyes, hearing the slight drumming of his heart beat. It was slow and faint, but it was there. My hands shook as I cut his blood stained flannel off, revealing his toned and well defined abs.

Oh my god, I sucked in a breath. I had never actually seen a shirtless boy in my life, so I willed my cheeks not to turn red. I pulled the bullet out with a pair of tweezers and held my hands over the bullet wound, applying pressure like I was taught.

I held a towel over it to stop the blood from pouring out, forcing my eyes not to trail down and stare at his v-line. Pulling out a needle and some thread, my own heart was beating as I stitched up the hole in his skin as best as I could. I bit my lip in concentration and pulled my mangy hair away from my face, breathing deeply to calm myself until I was done.

"Finished." I huffed sitting back. it must have looked kind of awkward considering the fact that I was sitting on his lower torso and straddling his waist. I got off, almost falling over my feet as we all just stood there in silence, my eyes casting towards my muddied feet before a thought came to me.

"So umm, can I take a shower?" I asked in the sweetest voice I could muster, a slight stutter lacing my words.

"Please?" I even added, wasting my breath and batting my eyelashes innocently.

They looked at each other as if having a silent conversation with their eyes before Luke walked past me and headed up the marbled staircase as I followed.

I don't know what came over me, but I guess it was just the soreness of my feet and the tiredness I was encompassed in, but I ran towards Luke and jumped onto his back.

He chuckled, almost falling flat onto his face, but he boosted me up and cupped my bare legs behind him as he gave me a piggy back ride up the stairs.

I felt his hands creep higher up my leg, but every time I pushed them away he would only put them higher up.

"Sure you're gonna be okay?" He asked as he let me down, as if he was talking to a little kid.

"Yes, thank you." I said, rolling my eyes at him. "Don't miss me too much." I sarcastically added.

"Yeah whatever, and don't you go escaping." He retorted, leaning against the wall behind him, pointing his slender finger at me.

"Is that really how think of me?" I feigned hurt, resting my hand against my chest where my heart was.

"Guess I'll just have to come in with you." He shrugged, walking towards me.

"Nope, no way. You will sit your scrawny butt right here." I shook my head vigorously, looking up at him as his tall height seemed to tower over me.

"So you've been checking out my ass?" He said calmly. And my eyes widened in shock.

"No, what?!" I was left lost for words trying to think of a good comeback, but was unsure of what to say.

"Did I just leave little Avery speechless?" He replied in a mocking tone, and I tilted my head to the side.

Avery?

Why did he just call me that?

My name is Ava...

My thoughts were interrupted when Luke waved his long fingers in my face but I just shrugged it away, thinking that he had probably made a mistake.

"Whatever." I rolled my brown eyes at him for what felt like the billionth time today, and running towards my long awaited shower.

"Oh and by the way, don't worry, I think you've got a cute ass."

A loud scream left my mouth as I felt Luke's hand smack my bottom harshly. I shook my head in disgust at him while he only winked.

I sent him an angry glare before hearing his laughter become muffled with my shutting the door closed.

I turned on the water letting the steady stream of water heat up as I slipped off the sole t shirt I was wearing, torn in some places and looked in the mirror.

I stared back at the wide eyed reflection of myself, seeing someone completely different.

Her eyes were sunken in like she didn't get much sleep nowadays.

She had the dark lines under her eyes that dragged down her cheeks.

I even had pieces of twigs and stray leaves wrapped in strands of my hair and I grimaced while taking them out.

I don't know how long I had spent scrubbing every inch of my body, but it felt like ages when I finally wrapped the fluffy towel around my body realising that I had no clothes to change onto.

I expected Luke to be gone but when I opened the door, there he was. His legs stretched out and his head leaning against the wall.

His eyes were closed, lips parted as soft snores escaped.

"Umm, Luke?" I asked loudly but he didn't stir. I sat on the floor on my bended knees, holding the towel with one hand and slapping his cheek with the other.

It seemed that everyone enjoyed torturing this boy by constantly slapping him on the face...

Good.

But he looked kind of cute.

Wait what?

Yep, I think I'm going crazy...

"What?" He muttered, finally opening his eyes.

"I need clothes." I said sheepishly, sitting there in between his legs, wet and cold.

"I think you'll do perfectly fine without them." He said, eyes drifting away from my face and gazing lower down. I felt nervous all of a sudden, holding the towel higher and tighter. Unfortunately it was only long enough to properly cover the top or the bottom, but not both.

"Haha." I mumbled. "Now come on let's go – and eyes up here!"

"Can't we just stay here?" He whispered, putting his cold hands on my thighs and I jumped up, not liking how close he was to me.

But I couldn't ignore the tingling feeling on my skin.

My cheeks heated up and he smirked.

"Come on then." He said in a high pitched voice.

"I do not talk like that." I huffed.

"You can pretend all you want, but you know you like it." He whispered, lips close to my ear and I just stood there while he walked away like nothing happened.

He rummaged through his drawers, humming an unfamiliar tune and I had to admit – he actually sounded good. I was caught up in his words until he threw me a band t shirt and a pair of boxers and I went to change in the bathroom.

Luke was so much taller than me so it looked like I was wearing a cut off dress and shorts.

I walked back, prepared to faint onto his mattress, but a gasp left my lips as I watched his back muscles flex as he pulled his shirt off and replaced it with a fresh one.

What was up with me?

I felt like such a creep...

So I mentally face palmed and walked in casually, feeling my cheeks paint themselves pink – again.

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