Without You

Sequel Chapter 5 "Amen sister"

*AUBREY'S POV*
-Fall-

"Fuck," Luke lets out a curse as he sees my car packed with my luggage.

I've truly given up on him and his language at this point.

"Look at these," I run my hand over his muscular arms, "It'll take us no time with these guns."

I hold my own arms out in front of me and I glance at my small, non-muscular arms. I give them a little flex but no changes can really be seen.

"I think I have you beat in the bicep department!" I tease him and a smile reaches his lips. His arm curls around my waist and he pulls me to him.

"I think you're right babe," his hands glide over my arms gently and he places a couple kissed in the crook of my neck eliciting a giggle from me.

He places one last kiss on my cheek before pulling away.

"We should start," he looks up at the setting sun and I sigh.

"Last one inside is a rotten avocado!" I shout rushing to the car and picking up a couple of my bags.

"But you're allergic. Pick another food," he follows slowly.

"Apple!"

I walk as quickly as I can into the dorm, which isn't very quick. Somehow, I make it before Luke does and I know he's a faker.

"You walked slowly on purpose," I smile up at him before realizing how much of my stuff he's carrying.

Like, almost all of it and he doesn't even look to be struggling. He's definitely got me in the biceps department.

"Uh-oh, I guess that means I'm the rotten apple," he sits down the bags as I press the '4' button on the elevator.

"Mhm," I squeak as he grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me up. He buries his face in my neck and I close my mouth to keep in a noise. 

My eyes find the elevator numbers. Floor 1, floor 2, floor 3, floor 4, floor 5, floor 6, floor 7, floor 8. My room number is 84. My roommate is probably in our room. My roommate.

"Oh no!" I gasp and he pulls away and looks at me with worried eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" he questions softly and I shake my head quickly, not trying to lose my train of thought.

"What if my roommate doesn't like me?" I ask nervously and he smiles a gorgeous small smile.

"How could she not?" He kisses my lips softly.

The elevator dings and he sits me back on my feet, my nerves still all over the place.

We make it to my room and I freeze.

"But what if-"

"Aubrey," he sits my bags on the floor once again, he grabs my face and he tilts it up, "If for some crazy reason, your roommate doesn't like you, you know you're always welcome, and wanted, in my dorm."

"Isn't that not allowed?" I whisper and he smirks.

"It used to not be. It is now."

"You're going to get me in trouble one of these days," I groan into his chest.

"It's alright, I'll get you out of it if I do," he rubs my back until I get my courage up.

I take out the key and my so-called courage goes down the drain. Luke holds his hand out, knowing exactly what to do, like always.

He unlocks the door as I clutch to the back of his shirt and hide behind him. The door opens and I peek around his large frame.

"Look," he pulls me in front of him, "she's not even here."