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Road Trip - P4

Michael: my heart was racing - and not just because of all the dancing we've been doing. [Y/N]'s body is lined up against mine - hip to hip, chest to chest - even her forehead is resting on mine. She's dancing pretty suggestively - not that I have a problem with that. Especially considering the fact that if she's dancing with me she's not dancing with some other guy.
Our bodies move in sync together and her fingers play with the hair at the nape of my neck, making me want to push her up against a wall and kiss her - hard.
"This is fun!" She slurs, yelling over the music. I've lost count of how many shots we've had now. Too many.
[Y/N] swings her head back, making her hair fall behind her. My eyes instantly move to her chest and some intense, overwhelming desire overcomes me. My lips press against her neck, flicking my tongue against the sensitive skin and allowing my teeth to gently graze the same spot. I want to trail my lips over every inch of her body and hear her moan out my name. God, I want to make her moan. She gasps and moves her head back, and my entire face heats up in embarrassment. What the hell just came over me? It was like I was possessed. I just got caught up in her. "I'm sorry I-" I begin, but before I can say anything else she connects our lips. I can't believe this is happening. Things become more and more intense, which leads to her pulling me off the dance floor into a quieter place.
"Mike I... I have a confession to make." She's still a little drunk, so I'm not sure what to expect. "I... I'm not upset about my breakup because of you. I love you, and you're who I want to be with."
Her words ring in my ears and run around in my head. Did I hear her correctly? I feel like I'm about to pass out.
"You're not just saying that because of the alcohol, are you?" I ask, unable to think of anything else to say.
"No, no of course I'm not. I know how this must look, so ask me in the morning. Ask me why I'm not upset in the morning, and I'll tell you again."
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My alarm blares out, startling both of us awake. [Y/N] slumps back down into the bed, clearly not ready to be awake yet. I chuckle and lay back down next to her, my mind immediately going to last night. I take a deep breath and lean over her, moving a strand of her hair out of her face.
"[Y/N]?" I say softly.
"Mmm?" She murmurs in response, and minutes later turns to face me.
"Why aren't you upset about your breakup?" I ask her, speaking quickly to resist from chickening out.
She grins. "I'm not upset, Michael, because I'm totally and completely in love with you. Drunk or sober you're the only one on my mind."

Luke: because he wasn't me? What does that mean? [Y/N] has fallen asleep, leaving me with one hundred questions and a whirling, wide awake mind. She makes a little noise in her sleep and it melts my heart. She's the cutest person in the whole world - asleep or awake. Despite my mind being momentarily sidetracked by how cute the sleeping girl in my arms is, it's still going crazy. Does that mean that she... that she likes me? As more than a friend? That would be too good to be true.
I barely get any sleep for the whole night, I'm too busy concentrating on what [Y/N] had said to me. There's no way I could sleep after that. That was the confession of a lifetime.
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I'm startled awake by a loud noise coming from outside the tent. I must have finally managed to drift off. I glance around and realise that [Y/N] is nowhere to be seen, so I quickly let myself out of the tent. There she is, wearing her little dungarees and staring at a pile of wood that she had quite clearly dropped.
"I'm not strong enough to carry it too far," she admits sheepishly, "but I think I made it a pretty long way!"
I chuckle and help her pick the firewood up. "You did," I tell her, "I'm proud of you."
I'm desperate to bring up the subject of last night, but I don't know when the right moment is. To my surprise, [Y/N] brings it up over breakfast.
"Hey, Luke?" She looks nervous. I nod, signalling for her to go on. "About last night... what I said, about you being the reason we broke up... I just wanted you to know that I meant that. I wasn't just saying it because I was lonely or anything - I'm in love with you, I always have been. I know you probably don't feel the same, but I just thought you should know."
She looks surprised when I laugh. "You think I don't feel the same?" I question.
She shrugs.
I move closer to her and take her hands in mine. "How could anybody not love you? You're perfect." I whisper. "Of course I feel the same. I've been in love with you as long as I can remember."
We're kissing before either of us have a chance to speak. I'm not sure who initiated it, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is how good this feels, and that we're finally together.