Without You

Sequel Chapter 9 "A good bone"

*AUBREY'S POV*

His back lays against my chest, his head on my shoulder.

I would've never imagined myself in this position a year ago.

"Sing to me, darlin'," his deep voice rumbles.

A small giggle escapes my lips and he turns his head, kissing my neck. I look over at him and search his face.

His damp hair falls onto his forehead and I raise my arm out of the water, moving it back. Bubbles from the bath we're in fall off my arm and onto his face eliciting another giggle from me.

His nose crinkles and I fawn over how gorgeous he is.

How'd I get so lucky?

Last time I checked, before moving to Virginia, I hadn't even kissed a guy before. I'd gone on a couple dates but I had always felt there was no spark.

With Luke, the spark is never-ending.

"Are you guys almost done in there?" Eli's voice travels through the bathroom door.

"Go fuck yourself," Luke replies and I gasp at his horrible choice of language.

"I don't know how to work the toaster, I need Aubrey's help!" he whines.

"Why don't you stick a fork in it and see if it works then?" Another gasp leaves my lips.

"That'll work?" Eli questions genuinely.

"No Eli! Don't do that!" I rush out and Luke chuckles into my neck.

"Oh okay. I'll be waiting in the kitchen then, just hurry, my stomach is growling really loudly, I think it's scaring Aiden," he replies and I hear his footsteps as he walks away from the door.

I lean my head back against the towel placed against the edge of the tub and I close my eyes for a quick second.

College is a lot of work.

Luke clears his throat.

"I'm waiting to hear your voice, please," he reminds me and I search my brain for a song to satisfy his needs.

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yar-" Luke's hand gently pinches the inside of my thigh and I thrash, a loud laugh escaping my lips.

I poke his side and he thrashes just as I did but this time, his large body sends some water out of the large bathtub and onto the floor.

"Okay, okay," I calm down my laughter and really think about a song.

I softly sing next to him and his breathing calms against me. I sing all the words I remember to "All of Me" by John Legend, the cheesiest song I can think of to sing to him.

"Fuck," he curses softly.

"What's wrong?" I kiss his cheek gently.

"I want to marry you so bad."

A blush rises on my cheeks and he smirks tiredly.

At the young ages of eighteen and nineteen, he and I had discussed that now is too soon. Although he didn't like that factor, he understood it.

He's very eager. He's been eager ever since I've known him about everything he wants to happen.

When he wants something, he wants it right then.

"You're beautiful, I love you," he says, sitting up straight from his leaned back position against my bare chest.

He turns around and pulls me onto his lap. He smirks down at me and he stands. Water drips from the two of us back into the water and he steps out of the bathtub.