The Ðevil's Mate (Complete)

Chapter 9 (edited)

Hello beautiful, I drew the picture that Ali drew up above. Thank you to everyone who is reading! Have an amazing day! IMPORTANT!! TO everyone who is reading would you prefer it to be in shorter paragraphs?! COMMENT YOUR ANSWER!

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I arrive home and head to my room. I grab a sketch pad, a mechanical pencil, and 2 markers a red and black one. I draw the eyes ... Over and over till I get them right... Those piercing eyes that look right into the soul.

I'm so engrossed in the drawings that I lose track of time.

Wow! 2:30 already! Yikes!

I barely have enough time to make a salad and tidy up enough to get my place back to passable - not spotless, but back to usual. With 15 minutes to spare, I decide to risk taking a shower, since I didn't get a chance this morning.

Halfway through my shower, I hear the doorbell.

SHIT!

"One minute!" I yellas I turn off the shower. I grab a towel as I run to let Luke in.

"Sorry, I forgot to unlock the door." I say as I open the door with one hand and hold up my towel with the other.

Luke's initial shocked expression shifts to one of... arousal. His cheeks flush and, although I can't see his eyes, I feel his hungry, heated gaze.

"Um if you want to come in, I'll go put on some clothes." I turn around with a flush rising on my cheeks to match his.

"Wait," his arm wraps around my torso as he steps in, allowing the door to close behind him with a soft click. He kisses my neck. "Luke," I gasp.

"Sorry, you're just too beautiful."

He kisses his way up my neck to my lips. "May I?"

I respond by kissing him feverishly.

"I want to continue, but we should wait for another time," Luke says after a couple of more minutes of a firy making out.

I nod, but I don't want to pull away. I think he feels the same, because we just stand there hugging each other while my towel starts to slip down.

"I want to stay like this, but..." I pause to clutch at the towel, barely grabbing it in time to keep myself covered, mostly.

Luke immediately lets me go and turns around, looking abashed, "Sorry," he whispers as I head upstairs to put some clothes on.

I join him in my living room once I'm dressed. Luke is sitting on the couch, staring at the table...

Weird.

"How long have you lived here?" he asks, as if sensing my presence, not looking at me.

"I've lived here all my life..." I trail off as my thoughts turn to my parents. We always ate our meals together in the livingroom and It was also where I had tried to contact them after they died.

Neither of us said anything more for a couple of minutes, until I broke the silence, "So... do you want to do the report or should I?"

He pauses a moment, considering, before replying, "I can write the report. I have a type of a photographic memory, so when I tell you what information I used, it won't be cheating."

Wow, that's cleaver and kinda cool.

"So what should I do while you write?"

He gives me a mischievous smile... I might regret having said that.