Even with the video cams on, it took me forever to fall asleep last night. So, I’m not in the best mood as I step into my shower. I finish rinsing my hair when the bathroom door opens and closes. It’s not worth the effort to wipe my eyes and open them. It’s not hard to guess who would be in my bathroom this early in the morning.
The shower door opens, letting in the cool air before it closes and a warm body slides against mine. It’s really not fair. I want to be mad, but having them touch me makes me melt.
“Good morning, princess.” Luke slips his hand down my hips to draw me even closer to him.
I put my hands on his chest and blink up at him. “You’re an asshole.”
He shrugs and smirks. “Never said I wasn’t.”
“You wanted to do things you did to other girls while you told me about them? That’s not something you do to someone you like.” My thumb rubs over his heart. If he even has one.
“Okay.” He drops his head as if to kiss me, but I turn my head to the side, so he kisses my cheek.
“Just okay? Not ‘I’m sorry for being an ass, Harper. I would never think of other women when you suck my dick, Harper. You’re the only girl I want to think about when I fuck you, Harper.’” Okay, maybe it doesn’t make sense, but dammit.
He cups my jaw and turns my face to his. His eyes search mine. “I’m sorry for not taking your feelings into consideration before offering to fuck you.”
Is that even an apology? Not something I can ask my mom about unfortunately.
“I missed you last night.” He backs me against the wall of the shower.
“You missed fucking me,” I say dismissively. He’s always made it clear that I’m his to do with what he wants.
He tucks my hair behind my ear, sliding his hand around the back of my neck. Sighing, he presses his forehead against mine and takes in a deep breath.
“No, I missed you, Harper. I missed holding you in my arms. I missed feeling your heartbeat next to mine. Your warm skin against mine. Our breaths falling into sync. I can’t let you go.”
My heart feels like it’s going to explode. I think that’s the closest Luke will ever get to admitting he has feelings for me. It might not be love, but it’s something strong.
I wet my lips as he just holds me against him, breathing, before I admit softly, “I missed you too.”
It’s easier than the other feeling bursting through me, wanting to escape.
When his eyes open, he closes the distance between us and I meet him halfway. Our lips collide. This kiss has a weight the others haven’t. It’s like I’m sealing my fate with his. I should have known the minute his eyes locked with mine the first day of school this was inevitable.
He would need me as much as I need him. Locked, intertwined. Not just a high school fling. It’s why I fought sohard, but also couldn’t resist. They’re a piece of me. He’s a part of me.
He groans and lifts me against the shower wall. I wrap my legs around him as he guides his cock to my entrance. We never release each other from the kiss, even when he surges in deep.
He captures my moan with his mouth. It’s not frantic, but it’s not slow. Luke fucks me like his life depends on it and I cling to him as if mine does too. I’m wound so fucking tight. He reaches between us and circles my clit until I explode, drawing him into his release.
Pressing his forehead to mine, he looks down at where we’re still joined. “Harper, I...”
He tenses against me like it’s too much.
I take his lips and his words that he can’t or won’t say. It doesn’t matter. Someday I’ll say them for us both, but not today. He’s not ready to hear them.
School almost feels anticlimactic.When we show up, I get a few sneers from girls before their friends tug them aside and whisper in their ear. After that, they avoid looking at me all together.
Even the guys give my guys an acknowledging nod, but look through me.
It’s almost like a weight I hadn’t realized I’d been feeling gets lifted from me. It’s nice. I’m used to being invisible. I used to be invisible alone, but now I have my guys who definitely see me.
Luke holds my hand as we walk to first period. During our shower and after, we didn’t talk more. We don’t need to. We’re on the same page. United.
The first couple classes of the day were normal.
Ava apparently is at home with her parents today. At the end of second period, Caden draws me into his arms and kisses me before sending me off to Art class. This used to be my favorite class and now, I’ve been dreading it.
