"Ash," Luke whispers, his voice cracking, his finger tracing the scars. "When was the last time?"
"Uh," I say, thinking back, when was the last time? I know I was clean for about 4 years, until..."the night both my parents and joey died."
His arms are around me in a heart beat, holding me so tightly I fear for my life. I don't say anything though, he means well, but still, oxygen good, carbon dioxide bad. But then again, he smells really good for being up at 3 in the morning. What kind of after shave do these boys use? I swear it lasts for days.
"Please, just, don't do that anymore. Or just...try not too. I know its hard to stop something you start....but.."
"Luke," I say, cutting him off. "Don't worry, I only do it when I'm down or depressed about something. Or if something has hurt me beyond repair."
He pulls back, looking me straight in the eyes, his eyes looking sad, but determined. "We aren't here to hurt you, we're only here to help you. I....I mean...we love you. We care about you like you're family, which in a way you are..."
I couldn't take it anymore. The temptation was too much, it was too powerful. Believe me it shocked me when I did it, but I'm glad I did.
I nearly roll my eyes, but instead I find my lips on his, and he's kissing me back. So he does like me, I had a feeling, but then again, I was also convinced that he hated me.
My fingers find their way to his hair, which was, as I thought, soft. His arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him, deepening the kiss in the process. My arms fall from his hair to his neck, wrapping tightly, but not too tightly, around it.
The kiss seemed to last forever, that is until I managed to pull myself away from him. He touched his forehead to mine, looking deep into my eyes. All I could do was smile, as my heart raced in my chest, telling me I was still alive and this was not a dream.
"Maybe we should head back?" I say, breaking the silence. I didn't want to go back, but I was getting a little chilly, his jacket was a little thinner than I expected, but it smelled like him, so I didn't really care.
He sighs, pulling back to standing at his full height, but takes my hand in his, interlocking our fingers. He turns and has to drag me the first couple feet until my feet decide to work again, and we walk side my side, hand in hand, back to the house. Little did we know, Bo was up, and noticeing our absence, had decided to sit at the kitchen table, awaiting our return.
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A/N
OMG OMG OMG I AM NOT OK. I'M FANGIRLING OVER MY OWN WRITING. MAN I HAVE ISSUES.
But OMG they kissed. And look who decided to wait up for them? Isn't that sweet of him?
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